“Who is that?” My little cousin Tony asked. I was babysitting him, and since it was the first day in the entire week that it wasn’t raining, we were going on a walk. “I don’t know,” said I. Pulling him over a puddle. My aunt is very fussy over the state of his shoes.

“Who is that?” Tony asked pointing to a lady, wearing a tight black skirt, a freshly ironed white blouse, and high heeled boots. She had shoulder length, rusty orange hair and was hurrying along looking at her watch. I decided to mess with him. “I think it’s a spy that’s late for her meeting with her boss,” I whispered to Tony. Tony stared at the lady with newfound fascination.

Tony tugged on my sleeve, “Who’s that?” He asked, once again, nodding toward a man sitting on a bench. He had shocking white hair all fizzed up, big, rimmed glasses precariously rested on his nose, and had a big white moustache. He was jotting down something on a pad of paper, crossing out what he wrote, and repeating the process. “That’s Albert Einstein, back from the dead.” “Cool!” Was the reply.

A little while later on our walk Tony spotted a lady in all yellow, except for her hair and shoes. She wore black sneakers, long yellow socks, a yellow dress, yellow raincoat and a neon yellow hat. “Who’s that?” Tony asked. This time though, I had been expecting the question, “That is a banana,” a said smugly, proud of myself for coming up with it. “She doesn’t look like a banana,” he said staring at her. “Some things don’t always look like what they are.”

We turned onto Tony’s neighborhood. That’s when Tony spotted him. A man was getting out of the car, he had balloons in one hand and cake in another. He had on black pants a black and white polka- dotted shirt. He wore a long purple overcoat, and his hood was pulled over his eyes, creating shadows on his face, toothlike shadows. Overall, he was very dino like. Huge teeth, the skin on his back purple, the hard skin on his belly spotted. “Who’s that?” Immediately I answered, “It’s a dinosaur.”

I unlocked the door to Tony and his parents’ house, and we went inside. Tony immediately went to the window to look at the “dinosaur”. I flicked the lights to the kitchen on and got out grapes for a snack. About half an hour later, we heard the front door open. Tony’s parents walked in, still carrying their briefcases from their work meeting. “Who are they?” Tony asked me. “Silly boy, they’re your parents!”