Ian spent a great deal of time last night trying to convince me to let him shoot darts at the ceiling fan so he could watch the ricochet. The adventurous part of my brain piped up and said, “Wow! What a great science lesson! He can learn all about equal and opposite reaction and angles of force and all that great stuff!” And then the rational part of me, which is concerned about things like casualties and property damage, piped up and said, “Shut. Up. You are not helping.” Because that part of me knows that my son, the Mad Scientist, would not be satisfied until he had lobbed every conceivable projectile into the ceiling fan. And Keeghan was not born equipped with safety goggles.

He was very persuasive. In fact, he even acted out his hypothesis for me so I’d understand why this would be SO COOL.

“They will go up and then they go around and around- see, Mommy? I can go around and around too,”

And then, they will come back down.”

Nice presentation, son. Too bad Mommy is such a meany…