It’s a scene familiar to parents, teachers, guardians, what have you. A small child poring over a book about massive, voracious, clawed killers. If blood is dripping from their jagged teeth, all the better. And rather than horrify us, the scene gives us a strange sense of comfort. Awww. The childhood dinosaur phase! How cute!
Indeed it’s such a familiar scene that I think a lot of us forget how weird it is in the first place that children even like dinosaurs. How did these beats find their way into so many children’s hearts?