In my observation, pretty much every 5 year old loves dinosaurs. So just wait. Enjoy it while it lasts. Most kids move on... some not.
When my kid was 5, mom arranged for a couple of days of family vacation at a dig run by a museum just on the Colorado side of the Utah border, in dino country. You could pay a few dollars for a day of digging, where you paid them to move their dirt. :) Great fun for the kids. The 2 days we participated there was a herd of 5-6 year old kids, and associated parents, digging under the supervision of a quarry master. Said QM being a paleontology graduate student (one of those kids that never outgrew dinosaurs).
One of my most memorable moments as a parent: during lunch break as we were all munching on bologna sandwiches, chips, and orange drink that were part of the package, the quarry master was surrounded by an adoring crowd of kids. One boy about 6 years old looks at him very seriously and says "I want to be a paleontologist when I grow up." -- the QM looked at him and said with full sincerity and seriousness: "Yeah. Me, too." The kid, of course, took that at face value and drank in the kinship. For us parents, the moment was an "Oh yeah, I feel your graduate student life. Half-done thesis, summer jobs at museums and a diet of ramen noodles. Keep the faith, buddy." I sure hope that guy is a tenured professor somewhere by now.
When my kid was 5, mom arranged for a couple of days of family vacation at a dig run by a museum just on the Colorado side of the Utah border, in dino country. You could pay a few dollars for a day of digging, where you paid them to move their dirt. :) Great fun for the kids. The 2 days we participated there was a herd of 5-6 year old kids, and associated parents, digging under the supervision of a quarry master. Said QM being a paleontology graduate student (one of those kids that never outgrew dinosaurs).
One of my most memorable moments as a parent: during lunch break as we were all munching on bologna sandwiches, chips, and orange drink that were part of the package, the quarry master was surrounded by an adoring crowd of kids. One boy about 6 years old looks at him very seriously and says "I want to be a paleontologist when I grow up." -- the QM looked at him and said with full sincerity and seriousness: "Yeah. Me, too." The kid, of course, took that at face value and drank in the kinship. For us parents, the moment was an "Oh yeah, I feel your graduate student life. Half-done thesis, summer jobs at museums and a diet of ramen noodles. Keep the faith, buddy." I sure hope that guy is a tenured professor somewhere by now.