Help, I'm raising a giant pack of nerds
/It is a truth universally acknowledged: Anyone who has ever foolishly thought they were once cool, must raise at least one nerd.
I'm raising three of them.
Here's where it all began. The school had a traveling science fair come and visit the third grade. This prompted my third grader to come home begging to have a family science fair. I mumbled my usual, "Yeah, sure, whatever," a remark that I reserve solely for things that bring them great joy, require no effort on my part, and probably won't make too big of a mess.
All yesterday afternoon, Chase helped Hannah work on her entry for the family science fair. [Yeah, just writing that makes me feel like a big, fat nerd.] Here we see her completed entry on the life cycle of a rabbit:
And because it's just too good to miss, let me break it all down for you. First, the rabbit is born (or bron, as Hannah likes to spell it). I like that the baby rabbit is actually wearing a diaper and seems to be locked in some sort of cage, while the mother sits outside with a smile on her face.
Now we know why rabbits have so many babies, don't we?
Then we have childhood. Which consists mainly of playgrounds, slides, and large lolly pops. Although, I am really hoping the jumbo-sized rabbit on the end of the see-saw is not meant to be me. She seems to have a bit of a weight problem when compared to the other bunnies.
And I can't help but worry about the bunny on top of the see-saw, and how he seems stuck in the air, waiting interminably forChubby Stie the big boned rabbit to get off the see-saw.
Childhood is promptly followed by the phase of life known as, "adult." Here, we see that adults type on computers and wear ties. I am assuming they are sitting on chairs, even though one of the chairs does slightly resemble a toilet.
I'd like to point out that no one in this house ever sits on the toilet with a laptop, unlike some people allegedly have been known to do.
Once you've completed the adult phase, it is time to mate.
After she finished this poster, she came and asked me what it means to mate. I told her it means you get to hold hands with a boy, on your first date, when you turn 27.
She seemed to believe me.
After you mate, there is only one step left in life: Death.
And I must say, it doesn't look pretty. Death by rabid dog/wolf cannot be a pleasant way to go. Although, if you'll notice, both rabbits appear to have smiles on their faces. Interesting...
Nerd number two (aka, Chase) has just started his own entry. He brought a book home from the library and told me his project was on the human body.
He writes: "Here is a human. He, as we can see, can't see inside him."
That's all he's got so far. I can't wait to see the rest of it, which, I have no doubt, will be anatomically correct.
Nerd number one (McKay) is still tossing around ideas for his special project.
Looks like a very educational week, indeed.
Is it wrong that I sort of want to give them all wedgies and steal their lunch money?
I'm raising three of them.
Here's where it all began. The school had a traveling science fair come and visit the third grade. This prompted my third grader to come home begging to have a family science fair. I mumbled my usual, "Yeah, sure, whatever," a remark that I reserve solely for things that bring them great joy, require no effort on my part, and probably won't make too big of a mess.
All yesterday afternoon, Chase helped Hannah work on her entry for the family science fair. [Yeah, just writing that makes me feel like a big, fat nerd.] Here we see her completed entry on the life cycle of a rabbit:
Now we know why rabbits have so many babies, don't we?
And I can't help but worry about the bunny on top of the see-saw, and how he seems stuck in the air, waiting interminably for
Childhood is promptly followed by the phase of life known as, "adult." Here, we see that adults type on computers and wear ties. I am assuming they are sitting on chairs, even though one of the chairs does slightly resemble a toilet.
I'd like to point out that no one in this house ever sits on the toilet with a laptop, unlike some people allegedly have been known to do.
After she finished this poster, she came and asked me what it means to mate. I told her it means you get to hold hands with a boy, on your first date, when you turn 27.
She seemed to believe me.
Nerd number two (aka, Chase) has just started his own entry. He brought a book home from the library and told me his project was on the human body.
That's all he's got so far. I can't wait to see the rest of it, which, I have no doubt, will be anatomically correct.
Nerd number one (McKay) is still tossing around ideas for his special project.
Looks like a very educational week, indeed.
Is it wrong that I sort of want to give them all wedgies and steal their lunch money?
