Jurassic Levels of Disappointment: A Parenting Saga

Let’s set the scene: somewhere in a prehistoric PTA meeting, this dino-parent had to slam their tiny, clawed fist on the stone table and growl, “Why, oh why, can’t you just color inside the lines?” Behold the look of resigned acceptance on Papa Rex’s face as he clutches the universal symbol of failure—a big, bold F—like it’s a participation trophy for surviving parenthood. Meanwhile, Lil' Dino over there is proudly holding up what can only be described as stick figure Picasso meets prehistoric cave art. Artistic genius? Or comedic tragedy? You decide.

This image is a love letter to every parent who’s had to face the awkward “your kid ate glue again” phone call. The sheer raw honesty of this moment is chef’s kiss. Papa Rex isn’t angry anymore—he’s evolved past that. He’s just here, embracing the chaos and thinking about the sweet release of extinction. And the kid? Oh, the kid’s living their best life, blissfully unaware that their masterpiece has the same energy as a raptor trying to hold a crayon.

Relatable? Absolutely. Because whether you’re raising dinosaurs or humans, there’s always that moment when you just have to laugh (or cry) and say, “Well, at least they tried… kinda.”