The Pony has been devouring Gordon Korman books all day. He has finished 4 of the On The Run paperbacks since this morning. I used to read The Island series to my at-risk classes while they did their work. I'm at least as good as background music. Korman sure knows how to churn out page-turners for the adolescent set.
The #1 son spent the day constructing his chemistry mole. That's a critter stuffed with 602 beans. A MOLE. For the chemically-challenged, a mole is the amount of pure substance containing the same number of chemical units as there are atoms in exactly 12 grams of carbon-12 (i.e., 6.023 X 1023). Don't worry your pretty little head about it. It's 602 great northern beans stuffed into some duct tape/electrical tape creation in the shape of a garden mole. It's actually kind of cute. In a rodent kind of way. The boy has named it Heath. I have no idea why.
I enjoy Mole Day. A variety of moles are carried down the hall. Some whiskered and furry, some limp and ratty, all unique. It's almost as good as Bake a Cake and Decorate It Like a Cell Day.
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