Wordless Wednesday: The Science Fair

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not ours but. . .a Hover Craft!

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think my nephew liked it?

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a Science Fair wouldn’t be complete without an exploding volcano!

(A BIG thank you to everyone who did the test for our science experiment. May someone bring you fresh cookies today.)

Help a mother out


Oh, mother* can you spare 30 seconds?


My kids have a science experiment due any day now, and have just settled on something they think is pretty neat. But I need your help (and the help of your kids if they are willing).

First please visit this page. You’ll see this:

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When you have a moment, click on “Go to first test”. As soon as you see the pictures of animals, read them aloud (focus on the pictures, not the words). When you have reached the last animal, hit “Finish” and write down your time.

Then hit “Continue Experiment”, and as soon as the second test loads, name the animals you see, trying to ignore the words written across their bodies. Hit “Finish” and write down this time.

Then send me your two times, either as a comment to this post, or as an email to: fairlyoddmother@inbox.com . If your kids do the test too, please let me know the age of each child and whether or not they can read yet.

Thanks so much from a big procrastinator and her kids (who aren’t too pleased that she signed them up for a homeschool science fair without their knowledge).

I’ll accept submissions until Sunday in case you have other family members who want to try it out too. For every result you send me, a fairy gets its wings. Or something like that.

*fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and total strangers are welcome to participate too!

Misty water-colored memories


Eight seems to be the age when memory kicked in for me.


What that means is that, before the age of eight, I remember very little of my childhood–just broad-strokes and a few Very Important Moments.


But, I can remember a lot more from eight on—how it felt to be with my friends, what my teachers were like, my favorite clothes, subjects in school. Things my parents did to piss me off.

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Both my girls are now at, or beyond, that landmark age—Belly turned 10 in early January and Jilly just turned eight.

I can’t believe how fast it’s gone. I can’t believe I just wrote that cliche. But, it’s true.

And I do believe I need to watch my step from now on. If they are anything like me, they’ll remember stuff now.

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we’re watching you, mama