When my son was a baby, he loved to watch “Walking with Dinosaurs,” that great BBC documentary series. When I say “loved” I mean he watched it every day at the same time, 11:30 am, for half an hour –he was 11 months old. This routine lasted for a year. After the episode, he would take lunch, a bath, and an afternoon nap. After he woke up from his nap he would grab a pair of yellow oven mitts and he would pretend for the rest of the day to be a Tyrannosaurus Rex, for him it was a “Dieddo”.