That time when my kid said that I’m a palaeontologist. Or kind of a palaeontologist, if you’re to believe what my nine-year-old told his teacher.
But I’m not.
Sure, I’m studying palaeontology, because let’s face it, dinosaurs are cool and what kid hasn’t said at one stage that when they grow up, they want to be a palaeontologist. But there’s a difference between studying online for shits and giggles, versus being a doctorate qualified specialist… Continue reading