Over the years, Christi and I have formally or informally divided many of the household chores. She does most of the cooking, I do most of the yard work. She takes the kids to doctors appointments, I take them to the dentist and orthodontist. And so on. All of these are quite flexible. For some reason (i.e. Christi is far more artistically and creatively talented than I am) she has taken on the job of helping the kids with their science projects. I've never fought for the opportunity to take over this responsibility. It can be a very time-consuming endeavor.
But somehow this year I ended up helping Parker with his. About two thirds of the way through a thought struck me. Every kid, every year has received an A on their science project. If Parker gets anything less, Christi will never let me hear the end of it. I began to lose sleep at nights. I would have sudden panic attacks without warning. Occasionally I found myself sobbing for no apparent reason. OK, perhaps I'm exaggerating a bit, but I really did want Parker to get a good grade on this.
Never fear! Parker is a brilliant student. In spite of my assistance, he got an A and all is right in the world. Thanks for pulling me through on this, Parker:)
Jer
PS. He built an electromagnet and determined that increasing the number of times the wire is coiled around the nail has a greater impact on the strength of the magnet than increasing the number of batteries that power it. Sadly, I did not take a picture of the final poster:(
