Farts Count For Science Right?

Ah, the glorious life of a home schooling mama.

As we're getting the science stuff together, a putrid odor fills the kitchen. I tell my oldest boy to get up and let the dog out. He says, "Mom, it's not the dog." The Littlest Mr. bursts into his charateristic giggle fit and says, "Mom, it'was me. Farts are just so cool!"

The next sound was me, pounding my head on the kitchen table.

Why couldn't he have at least waited to share his fart joy with us while we were outside taking the temperature and wind reading?

Simply because, "Farts are just so cool!"

Yeah, life with boys under 10 is so amazing.

I'm also thinking about declaring peanut butter a food group and dropping spring as a season.

We're having way to much of this weather that I just don't enjoy. First it's ice cold and winter-ish, the kind where you just aren't sure you should run the gas out of the snow blower because it might still really be winter and not spring. Then we have the surge of warmth, could this be spring, it feels like July weather that makes us dig into the big storage bins in search of short anything and sandals. Then we get this. Light enough outside to be called sunny, but it's really not. Warm enough to not be winter, but still way too cold. Things are getting green and buds are errupting, but you still have icy fingers and toes indoors.