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Bringing the Magic


 Ever wonder if an alligator lizard can swim?  Me neither.  

"But it's an alligator lizard, Mom," my son insisted.  

I responded, "Yes, but it's a lizard."  

I'm so boring.  The boys didn't trust my intellect in this.  They had to perform an experiment.  Turns out alligator lizards can not swim, but chickens still like them.  It also turns out, I didn't have to teach science last week.  Check.  

Another fun science fact we learned recently: plants that have been sprayed with an herbicide shouldn't be ingested.  In fact, random wild plants shouldn't be put in your mouth at all. Especially thistles.  Even if you are thirsty.  Even if Bear Grylls suggested they are a good source of water when you are lost in the wilderness.  You live in a house with running water.  We did some Googling of poisons and I got a quick science lesson of my own after that one.  On the upside, they didn't swallow the plants...   

In other news, the boys are digging a creek.  Currently, there is no source of water to it, but that fact has yet to diminish their ambition.  They're hoping it will bring in fish and crawdads to our property.  As it stands, it's about the size of a large grave.  The neighbors are going to start wondering...    

I am just rolling with it.  I can't keep up with these guys and their wild imaginations.  I'm not sad about it.  I am trying to enjoy the magic through their eyes as much as I can.  As long as they believe they can wrestle a bear, jump as high as Paul Bunyan, and run faster than than a rocket, I'm on board.  Unless they actually try to wrestle the neighborhood bear...shoot.  We might have to have a talk about bears.  No science experiments this time.

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