Unauthorized Science
I've got my nice shiny Colinette "Giotto" pullover all done and sewn up, and now it's ready to go! Next spring! The colors are, to my mind, distinctly springy -- pink and green; when else could I wear it? I'm never never never going to wear it in the fall and winter, on account of it violates my deep understanding of Seasonal Etiquette.
But no pictures, at least not at the moment, because Sam did experiments with the digital camera (he's my photographer) and now the photo files are SO LARGE I can't upload them. The computer got all flustered and wanted to send messages to Microsoft. No, no, little computer, just forget it. We'll try again later with less sharp photos. I gather the photos Sam took this afternoon are VERY sharp, but they're sharp in some electron universe I can't actually reach.
Anyway. No pictures.
Yesterday I was getting the laundry together and discovered that several of the towels had large yellow streaks on them. Extensive questioning of both the child and his stay-at-home-dad revealed that this effect is what you get if you let your yellow play-dough get dry and then attempt to revive it by washing it and drying it off on the towels.
Ok, child, fine. Don't do it any more.
He's not in trouble though, because, though this was technically a scientific experiment, he didn't actually KNOW it was a scientific experiment -- it seemed a simple reasonable activity to him.
He's not allowed to perform scientific experiments without clearing them with one of the Parental Units, as he's got a long background of Scientific Experiments Gone Awry, and at this point, all I want is a little notice. Just give me a heads up, that's all I ask.
For a while last year we were having an embarrassing domestic problem, because the house was smelling like urine, and I couldn't figure out why. I cleaned, I aired, I washed all sorts of laundry; nothing helped. I was distraught.
At about the same time, the cats were apparently falling apart -- one of the first symptoms that cats are On Their Way To Creating A Big Veterinarian Bill is an abundance of urine in the catbox, and as far as I could tell, both my cats needed to get dragged into the vets for batteries of tests. Which they SO do not enjoy, and we don't either.
Also, besides peeing abundantly, they had begun to create designs in the litter boxes -- I couldn't figure out how they were doing it.
Well.
I contend that if I hadn't been so overworked I would have figured out what was going on sooner, but as it was this went on for about three or four weeks until finally a lightbulb went off in my head and I asked the child if he'd been peeing in the litter boxes.
Yes.
Why? He was attempting to bond with the cats.
So. No more scientific experiments. Just none. Not even any in those nice books the child can get out of the school library, but ESPECIALLY none the child thinks up for himself.
Just a little heads up. That's all I ask.
But no pictures, at least not at the moment, because Sam did experiments with the digital camera (he's my photographer) and now the photo files are SO LARGE I can't upload them. The computer got all flustered and wanted to send messages to Microsoft. No, no, little computer, just forget it. We'll try again later with less sharp photos. I gather the photos Sam took this afternoon are VERY sharp, but they're sharp in some electron universe I can't actually reach.
Anyway. No pictures.
Yesterday I was getting the laundry together and discovered that several of the towels had large yellow streaks on them. Extensive questioning of both the child and his stay-at-home-dad revealed that this effect is what you get if you let your yellow play-dough get dry and then attempt to revive it by washing it and drying it off on the towels.
Ok, child, fine. Don't do it any more.
He's not in trouble though, because, though this was technically a scientific experiment, he didn't actually KNOW it was a scientific experiment -- it seemed a simple reasonable activity to him.
He's not allowed to perform scientific experiments without clearing them with one of the Parental Units, as he's got a long background of Scientific Experiments Gone Awry, and at this point, all I want is a little notice. Just give me a heads up, that's all I ask.
For a while last year we were having an embarrassing domestic problem, because the house was smelling like urine, and I couldn't figure out why. I cleaned, I aired, I washed all sorts of laundry; nothing helped. I was distraught.
At about the same time, the cats were apparently falling apart -- one of the first symptoms that cats are On Their Way To Creating A Big Veterinarian Bill is an abundance of urine in the catbox, and as far as I could tell, both my cats needed to get dragged into the vets for batteries of tests. Which they SO do not enjoy, and we don't either.
Also, besides peeing abundantly, they had begun to create designs in the litter boxes -- I couldn't figure out how they were doing it.
Well.
I contend that if I hadn't been so overworked I would have figured out what was going on sooner, but as it was this went on for about three or four weeks until finally a lightbulb went off in my head and I asked the child if he'd been peeing in the litter boxes.
Yes.
Why? He was attempting to bond with the cats.
So. No more scientific experiments. Just none. Not even any in those nice books the child can get out of the school library, but ESPECIALLY none the child thinks up for himself.
Just a little heads up. That's all I ask.
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