It started accidentally. And as a result of wicked procrastination by all of us.
Ain’t that always the way?
The Bear had a 3rd grade matter-based science project due on Monday. We got to work, starting with the brainstorming-stage, on Sunday morning. Hey, we’d only just wrapped up the holiday season the night prior, so there. Don’t judge us.
Mouse, who’d asked Santa for and received a gigantic science experiment kit
The Mouse had rows of test tubes, white vinegar, baking soda and food coloring in front of her, while the Bear rotated between that fizzy installation on the kitchen island that is, technically, more of a peninsula because I have it pushed against the half wall that divides the cooking room from the eating room, and the stove where she melted butter (physical change) and cracked-then-cooked an egg (chemical change.) She gave the experiments Lalaloopsy-esque names (Meltin’ Stick-A-Butter and Eggs Crack-N-Cook) that, I heard, got a rousing ovation in class yesterday when she presented her Powerpoint slides to her mates.
You can’t earmark a one time event as a tradition, but you can hope that a singular occurrence spawns one. That is what I am rooting for, despite being generally averse to messes (is there a clean science movement happening somewhere that I might join?). I want every Sunday, or, more reality-based, most Sundays in 2013 to be Science Sundays. We’ll learn something, experiment with something, make something fizz or go boom, and do it all together as a family, in our pajamas or fancy black party dresses (see: The Mouse, above), whichever.
