Blinded with science: The projects
Sunday I spent with the dotter, pulling teeth interviewing her so we could get the egg-speriment down in (pretty much) her own words. At one point, I had her doing her own typing, but that swiftly became a case of flibbertigibbet-ness wherein she was typing gobbledegook while I was backspacing over it and we were having a race and it kept going and she was giggling wildly and I was giggling and getting frustrated…
So I ended up typing it up. But still, most of it, as I said above, is in her own words. After I gave her very pointed questions.
And then I printed the typing out carefully overlaid on a large egg shape. She cut out the typing eggs. I traced and cut out bigger egg shapes of various colored construction paper. We searched (in vain) for glue sticks. We found old Elmer’s Glue containers. She tried de-booger-ifying them, but we still couldn’t squeeze out glue. She located some paintbrushes. We had a grand old time painting glue on various pieces and pasting them down.
There was glue everywhere.
There was enough glue to soak through the pictures, so that you could see the carefully looped streams of glue that had dribbled off her paintbrush in the middle of the backs of the pictures.
At some point I gave up, drove off for glue sticks, and returned; this also served the purpose of giving her a break. We then attacked things with glue sticks.
Glue sticks, if you don’t know, don’t stick as well as dribbled-on Elmer’s glue.
Anyway, here’s the finished project:
We trekked off to school with this behemoth this a.m., and encountered many other kiddlies bringing in their science projects. There were many clay volcanoes being hefted by parental units; very timely, given our neighboring smoking mountain’s antics this weekend.
And there was the kiddo lugging in the poster board with a great big artsy “TNT SODA!!!” banner slashing diagonally across his project. I am assuming that this is evidence of what is the science project du jour: Sodas and Mentos, mixed explosively.
The science fair is Wednesday evening. I informed the dotter that people would be asking her questions about her project. She blinked at me in a panic, and asked me, “Can you give me the answers?!” I further informed her that she should be able to answer the questions about her project. She promptly called me a meanie.
Yup. That’s me: Mean Mommy. Har.
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