I get overwhelmed occasionally by how isolated it is here in Smallville. It's a six hour round trip to a decent playground , the science museum or the zoo. Yesterday was one of those days. I clicked my heels together and wished us anywhere but here. Apparently my sneakers are not magical. So I did the next best thing because sanity was hanging by a very thin thread. We shoed up and went for a leisurely walk around the neighborhood to look for things to view under our new microscope. Crabby Road Faith is singing. Faith is always singing. Claire holding Charlie's hand and a specimen bag. She's collected a little more specimen than her bag will accomodate.