Santa brought the kids some Geodes. They look like plain old rocks, but if you break them open, 80% have crystals inside. I bought, I mean Santa brought four. Today, after sorting and putting away all the Christmas loot, Mr. D found his bag of rocks. With great insistence that they were dinosaur eggs, hubby got out the hammer. They gathered around the kitchen island and started banging away. In fear of cracked counter tops, I sent them to the garage. After lots of noise, yelling, and increased tool power, they were able to break through. The results were poor, yet the process was very exciting. Mr D is still waiting for his baby dinosaurs.