Friday, February 1, 2013

To My Scientifically-Minded Son

How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.

1. I arose from an important female medical procedure to find a text from you saying, “Science Bowl practice today!  Come pick me up now” and I did, instead of going home to rest as was my original plan.

2. While driving you home from Science Bowl practice, I told you about my friend who has a cool job at the Science Center in which he demonstrates hydrogen explosions.

3. I listened as you enthusiastically reminded me about the Hindenburg, and tried to explain to me why sodium something-or-other explodes when put in water.

4.  I forbad you from bring sodium something-or-other into the house.

5.  This morning I arose from my bed at 6:20 AM to take you to an activity you call “chem club lab”.

6.  That’s enough ways right now.  I’m going back to bed.


The Crislers said...

Chem club lab sounds like torture. And the fact that he's willing to get up early to go to it? That's a special kid you got there.

Angie said...

Bob recently bought himself a new car and Andrew inherited his 2000 Corolla. I don't have to drive him anywhere anymore. Thanks goodness. Otherwise, I'd still be schlepping him to early morning band sectionals, bowling practice, praise band, jazz band, etc.

Suburban Correspondent said...

I find myself driving my science/aviation geek many miles to all sorts of odd activities: rocketry, plane rides, military refueling exercises, airshows, etc. It's worth it.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

You? Rock.