Ds and I were talking about Dinosaurs yesterday and returning them Jurassic Park style. But instead of a zoo he had the grand idea of miniaturising them.
So you could have a Vivarium with a mini T-rex and feed it mice like a snake. Or a little outdoor herd of Brontosaurus like chickens, and keep Triceratops like goats.
But then Ds did the thing of evil. He said "Mum, you could even have a baby Mammoth, like a miniature dog, it could be about the size of a Micro pig, oooh ohh we'd call the the Micro Mammoth".
He then went on to speculate grooming it and it snurfling treats out your hand with it's trunk, and it curling up on your lap all warm and toasty.
He is horrid.
I spent all day wanting a baby Micro Mammoth. I woke up this morning wanting a Micro Mammoth and I still want one now. I have glowered at Ds repeatedly but he laughs at me. 
I am now longing for my baby Micro Mammoth that I will never have 
and blame ds for this in full.
AIBU?