Playing with Fire

I’m trying to find my voice.

Retrying?

Anyway, this is what passes for science around these parts.

My sister bought the children a Potato Chip Science kit. She bought it for Christmas. Christmas 2011. But she suffers the same disease I do – one we inherited from our mother – and gave the kit to my kids in June. Hey, it made for a fun summer.

When they’re done burning the chips, they take the charcoal remains and make fingerprint powder out of it. Unless, of course, you bring the foil pan out into the yard and it gets caught by a breeze and flips over and all the charcoal (all – as in all 1 tablespoon of it) in the lawn. Another word of caution, the chips aren’t nearly the fire show as promised in the book. We got the impression those bad boys would just burst into flames, what with all that grease. But it didn’t happen that way. We used quite a few matches to get that itty bitty pathetic fire going.

Beauty in the edu-tainment?

Note: For those of you worried my children are going to grow up maladjusted because of a lack of science around these parts, its okay. The above was a bit of humor. We do DO science. Just not so gimmicky. And without the mylar bag. Oh. And no fire.