a potion

Yesterday Jarom told me he wanted to be a scientist like he'd been learning about in school (hallelujah! he listens!), and he wanted to make a potion. Hmmm... well, I don't remember telling him that scientists make potions exactly, but whatever... he wanted to be a scientist, so what else matters???

Of course I knew in his mind, a potion was just mixing together dirt, juice, oil, and ten tons of food colouring. So I told him in my sweetest tone, "Jarom, dear... I will find you a proper potion to make tomorrow." He was not impressed, despite my sweetest tone, and huffed off... awaiting tomorrow, that forever distant future.

Tomorrow came, and I stuck them with the classic baking soda and vinegar potion, which you may be surprised to know, they had never done before. I know... what kind of mother am I.

I was only planning on taking one shot and sticking it on my home school page, but I ended up with such a cute succession of pictures, I decided to share them all with you here.

Your welcome!

I didn't tell them what was going on... I just gave them orders, and they obeyed like the good little obedient children that they are. MIX BOYS! And they mixed. (water and baking soda, in case you're wondering)

Now POUR BOYS! And they poured. (the vinegar, in case you were wondering again)

Reid looks pretty pleased with the results. It doesn't seem to be registering in Jarom's and Conner's brains yet.

Now it's registering in the brains, but I'm not sure if they like it or not. This is very strange for them after all... mother allowing a mess to be made. Reid is still pretty happy with it all.

SMILE BOYS! Still taking those orders... what good boys. Then I told them to shout, "we LOVE science!" Only two of them followed that order... guess which two. Rhymes with Larom and Shmead. Conner was still a little stunned about being allowed to make a mess.

Now... "DRINK THAT POTION!" And another two obeyed. Oh, c'mon... what??? I couldn't resist, they were being so darn obedient. What is the point in having kids, if you can't mess with their minds once and awhile? Hmmm...? (don't worry, they didn't actually drink any... once they got a whiff up their noses, they re-thought their orders)

Conner: "Mommy?... mommy, I don't want this drink... sniff, sob." (Well, now I just feel bad.)

Then we had to do the potion again, this time with food colouring (their idea, of course... a potion is not a potion unless food colouring is involved). And then general mess making was the next order of business.

The end.