ROBOT BUDDY FWEND

One day a large box materialized on the floor of my work shop. I was fairly certain I hadn't ordered it. I had no idea what was inside, and neither did anyone I asked about it. I poked at it. I shook it. I sniffed and I listened. In a sudden seizure of insight I knew exactly what it was and scrambled for the nearest sharpie.

When I was a kid I loved the movie Short Circuit. Johnny-5 was my jam. I wanted a robot so badly that my dad was finally persuaded to make me one using wood scraps and lag screws for the body and a large bouncy ball for the head. I was not so easily impressed. Where were the hydraulic pumps, and those expressive fluttering eye flaps? Robots could never cast a shadow on my love of dinosaurs. But because, during what turned out to be a really upsetting conversation, my father assured me that the spry chicken-sized Compsognathus I so desperately had my heart set on would still eat my dog, my heart eventually warmed to the clunky cyborg who had a hard time holding himself upright at the dinner table.

Johnny-5 jr. had a short life span, we realized he had an important picture frame inside of him and had to slice him open. Sorry buddy! 

Do you have any idea how hard it is for a six year old to learn how to say compsognathus?

Do you have any idea how hard it is for a six year old to learn how to say compsognathus?