Last month our school had it’s annual Science Fair. It had been advertised for weeks, including a sign out in front of the school. While I was driving past I secretly congratulated myself that I had somehow managed to have three kids go through that school without a single one wanting to do the science fair.
It’s not that I don’t like science…it was my favorite subject in school, it’s that I PERSONALLY did not want to do the science fair. It seems like there would be a lot of pushing and pulling and gnashing of teeth to get a project pulled together and I just didn’t want that. Not to mention the fact that our school is so big that it’s overwhelming to go and see the science fair. Too. Much. Going. On. It could drive a person to drink.
So what happens when I get home from this self congratulatory car ride? You guessed it. Kate met me at the door exclaiming ‘I want to do the science fair!’ Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!? My knee jerk reaction was ‘Ask your father!’. (Essentially that was a parent’s version of ’Not it!’)
The ever patient Mr. Fun was an excellent mentor. He helped guide Kate by asking the questions she would need to answer. She had to do all the research (she studied earthquakes), make her own seismograph, and do her own poster. There were a few tears but all in all it was a positive experience. (For Kate too!)
I have no idea what other surprises Kate has waiting for me but I am going to stop counting my chickens before they hatch. Hey, maybe that will be next year’s science fair project…