[There is another new post below this one - I decided to separate them because... honestly because I didn't like the arc. What can I say.]
"Mom!" Caroline said as she got into the car yesterday, "We're having a science fair!"
I realize that reasonable people can disagree but as far as I am concerned this is the worst sentence in the English language.
"Are you sure?" I asked in much the same way one might say 'And the doctor really said it was ringworm?'
"Absolutely!" Then she added, "We have a packet" and proceeded to try to shove a sheaf of paper the size of a phone book into my lap.
"Science fair, eh?" Edward said as if this was the first he had heard of it and I wondered, briefly, where he had left his enormous packet.
"Hmmmmmmm... ," he said and then somewhere between the school parking lot and my first turn onto a main road he had decided that he was going to investigate the possibility of twin telepathy, formulated his hypothesis, established his test and control groups, and explained the framework for his proposed research which would involve flashcards and a clipboard upon which he could record results.
I relaxed a bit. Well, I thought, this isn't going to be so...
"I have two great ideas," Caroline announced "but I think I am going to go with the first one."
"I am going to look into which type of glass shatters most easily when you hit it with an arrow."
"So I'll need to set up giant pieces of different kinds of glass in the front yard and then... ."
I stopped her right there. "No," I said. "Next idea," I said.
She was annoyed but continued.
"OKKKKKKKKK, my next idea is to see whether people who usually have a hard time falling asleep take longer to get knocked out when they are hit by a tranquilizer gun."
"Ah yes," he said "the human experimentation division of the second grade science fair. Very popular."
"Caroline," I said, "those are both very interesting questions and I love your thinking but I don't believe that either idea is practical right now. Why don't we look up project ideas when we get home and see what else appeals to you."
"No, no!" said Patrick. "I think she should go around shooting people with tranquilizer darts and then ask them when they come to whether they consider themselves in general to be insomniacs. "
She kicked the back of his seat and then spent the rest of the drive home glaring moodily out the window. Scientists, like artists, are often not fully appreciated in their own time.