Langston is having a terribly serious conversation

with my dad about remarkably serious issues,

like the fact that every animal he is wearing is extinct;

and all the dinosaurs on his bib are chasing after bones.

aren't we all? he says.

they are talking about how this is the first selfie my dad has ever taken,

and how Langston singularly pulled him out of the dark ages,

then my dad laughs and tells Langston,

"I guess I'm no longer a dinosaur."

And Langston thinks that joke could be in  poor taste 

because if my dad still were a dinosaur,

then at least he could meet one.