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Behold... SCIENCE. The kitchen, Geilston Bay. January 2012.

Theme Thursday again and I am treating you to a unique VIEW of science in action!

In my VIEW Henry just hadn’t been pulling his weight in 2011 bread-wise. so Satan Claws and I had a little pow-wow and decided that the liberating force of science could be the secret to unlocking his money-earning potential. The big man in red did his part and on Christmas morn, Henry (as per yesterday evening’s post) found himself the lucky owner of this science kit!

Science, you see, is where it is at in 2012. You might think that it is little more than a systematic endeavour that builds and organises knowledge in the form of testable explanations and predictions about the corporeal universe.

Well, that would depend on your VIEW.

In 2012, science is big bucks. Science means shed weight™, get fitter©, run faster®, stay harder™ and look younger®. Science is a business. A very profitable business.

The experiment that Henry and I are conducting above involved a [patent pending] chemical concoction that – in one dose – brightens jewellery, teeth and complexion, as well as sustains one’s love-making endeavours TEN-FOLD [subject to individual circumstances that are not the responsibility of the patent holder].

Of course, we have talked about curing cancer, AIDS, the common cold etc etc; but we’re not so sure of making a quid.
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nerima roberts said…
So interesting, you are in the midst of science with your Little One...same here at my home! My Mr6 brought home a book of science experiments and has turned the house quite upside down! Cheers!
12 January 2012 at 13:04
Mrsupole said…
Ten year old grandson and I were talking tonight about what he wanted to be when he grows up. He told me he wants to be a scientist who works in a lab because he likes science and math.

He then told me that he hopes to find a cure for cancer.

I did not have the heart to tell him that I hope someone finds a cure before he does. But at the rate we are going who knows, it may take as long as he takes to grow up.

When I first looked at the picture, I thought you were testing him to see if he wanted a glass of milk or water. Chemistry was my favorite class in high school. Must be where grandson gets it.

Happy TT.

God bless.
12 January 2012 at 20:57
Brian Miller said…
very cool...my oldest loves science as well...took him to the museum in cleveland a couple weeks back...but doing the hands on stuff with them is def the most important...
13 January 2012 at 03:27
Harnett-Hargrove said…
Science is biz, but there's always magic! Nice angle. Happy TT. -J
14 January 2012 at 02:23
Roddy said…
You know my son, I have been looking at science kits for some time and wondering just when Henry and Ezra will be old enough to a'accidently' blow the house up with their own science set. Obviously the time is NOW.
14 January 2012 at 16:47
Anonymous said…
Science projects with kids are great experiments in themselves!
15 January 2012 at 15:17
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