Sometimes Oscar just has to be a dinosaur.

I was at a shop with my dad when he ran into this old friend. She had a three or four year old son named Oscar who was hiding behind her dress. When my dad tried to say hello to him, he made a "RCHAAAAAAAAH!" sound and ran back to hide. Oscar's mother apologized by saying,

"Sorry, sometimes he just has to be a dinosaur."

Sometimes we all just have to be a dinosaur.