As we walked along the rocky shore of remote Montigue Island collecting dinosaur fossils, a small hand took mine. Little eight-year old Tayler started crying. He reached, and I picked him up. He was crying so hard my shoulder was soon soaked. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. After a lot of sobbing, he said, “Will you please adopt me? But you would have to take my brother, too. We come as a pair.”