Egged On

This afternoon I was chastised for not blogging in almost 2 weeks (Tara). But I wanted to wait until something blog-worthy came up. This week we had a couple of things.

The biggest news is that Whitney competed in her school’s egg-drop contest today. The idea of the contest is that the students design something that when dropped will not allow the egg inside to break. However, I find that this contest is a lot like the pinewood derby: The best entries are usually designed by parents.

Kate’s…er…Whit’s design was a small shoebox with a hole in each end. The toe-end of a pair of pantyhose was slipped through one side, after which the egg was slipped into the nylon. The hose were then tied off on both ends, preventing the egg from bouncing against the bottom of the box when dropped. A few test runs off of our roof proved the design, but just for added support, Kate got two pieces of foam and cut squares out of them, slipping the box into them.

Whitney came home from school with a certificate of congratulations for winning the egg-drop contest. She’s a genius I tell you!

Speaking of Whit, she asked Kate tonight, “Is it really bad to say ‘F*** you’?” While sharpening a knife in preparation for killing me, Kate asked Whit where she heard those words. “On the bathroom wall at school. It also says ‘damn’ and ‘hell’.” I am glad to see that she is learning something at school. Education dollars well spent.

Patrick also started school. I asked Kate if she cried when dropping him off for his first day of kindergarten. “Hell no!” She said. “He’s finally out of the house five days a week!”




During Patrick’s kindergarten evaluation his teacher decided to have him share a desk with a child from Africa who speaks little English. She said that she wants this boy to be around someone who has strong verbal skills. I thought that was a nice compliment to P-Boy. What Patrick teaches this young man remains to be seen…