Seventeen questions. Seventeen physical science review questions are the only thing preventing us from cracking open the box that holds John and Lauren's biology supplies. They aren’t happy about the transition. To be honest, they’re a bit green around the gills because the box contains creatures to be dissected. Four creatures to be exact. Four hundred and fifty smackers got us our very own nausea inducing creatures, a biology textbook and a microscope that thinks it’s a Cadillac.
The incentive of playing with the Cadillac is not the motivator that I expected it would be. Instead, John and Lauren dawdle their way through the last seventeen questions with much hemming and hawing. They keep referring back to the parallax theory and the apparent magnitude theory, just to be sure.
Faith wants them to hurry up and get on with it because she is not squeamish. “What does dissect mean, Mom?”
“The kids are going to get to cut open a frog and some other stuff to see how they are made.”
“Coooool! Can I help?” Her big, brown eyes lit up. She has a collection of dead bugs and a little dried up frog lining the windowsill out back. The frog is squished flat. This allows for a great view of his perfectly formed miniature spine. Faith is quite enamored with that spine.
So, the big box of biology is not actually here yet. It’s still on it’s way via the Fedex truck and we are expecting it any minute. I’m a bit suspicious though. Yesterday, I took the three little ones with me so I could get my haircut. I think that maybe the box might have arrived during my half hour foray into Smallville and I think that John and Lauren might have hidden it. I should have left Faith home.