Opportunistic Science

The other night my husband came home from work with some dry ice used to ship some temperature-sensitive electronics to his workplace. A true homeschooling father, he couldn't believe that his coworkers were not equally eager to make off with as much dry ice as possible in order to educate and entertain their own kids.

So the payload was all his. He came home to find not only our own kids, but another homeschooled neighbor enthusiastically ready to behold the wonders of sublimation. Dry ice skittered across the counter. Spoons screamed. Mad scientist brews were made. Bubble worms emerged from bottles. Bottles were made to blow their tops. Laser pointers put on a show in swirls of carbon dioxide.

My daughter emphatically declared that her father should be employed by the science center where she takes monthly homeshcool science classes.

Unfortunately, I don't think that gig will pay the bills.