The 4th grade science book had this explanation of charge (negative, positive, etc) that was just not computing with a certain child. Trying to figure out how to explain what the girl needed to know was going to take more brain power than I wished to exert. So I fetched the boy’s old snap circuit kit, and said, “Read the directions, make a couple of these, and then we’ll talk.”
She loves them. She’s made maybe twenty of the projects now.
And the SuperHusband came home and explained the habits of those wiley electrons in terms we could all understand.
In his explanations, he observed electrons are a lot like people. Certain children, for example, would much rather we evenly populate the rooms of the house, than have three girls crowded together in one bedroom. It was an analogy our people-person girl grasped immediately.
On the evening walk after dinner, Mr. Boy proposed seminars that run the opposite direction. “People Skills for Engineers”, for example. In which you explain that people are a lot like electrons.
Every time your blood pressure spikes from reading about offensive jury verdicts in which parents are paid millions to publicly wish their children dead, Allie Hathaway’s the perfect choice for your offering up. Have I mentioned that reading the news is a near occasion of sin for me? You might have noticed.
Benadryl season, here. I ran out of the liquid. Seven-year-old had dark circles under her eyes, perpetual sneezing, and was losing her voice. But the pill. It doesn’t want to go down.
Until I remembered this stuff:
Now she’s very punctual in reminding me when she needs her next dose.
We weren’t sure whether our dog would get along with our friends’ dogs during the pending staycation, in which all Fitz creatures under a certain age vacate castle premises for the weekend. So we ran a test the other day. One of the host dogs was not pleased at the arrival of the guest dog, and our pup insisted on saying a few pointed words back . The altercation slowly edged them towards the pool.
Our dog, unaware she was backing up towards the water, fell right in. She swam to the side, and my friend showed her the way up the steps.
And after that, the dogs got along just fine.
And with that, I’m out of here, and offline, until sometime Monday. Think I might send the telephone off with the kids, too. Have a great weekend!
UPDATE: Thank You Facebook Helpers. The new page name is: www.facebook.com/JenFitz.writes. You guys are the best.
(Meanwhile SuperHusband and I are enjoying an eerily silent weekend. I’ll check back at the combox and all that come Monday, or whenever we lose our un-plugged concentration and just have to ignore each other for a while.)