Ben received a microscope for his birthday (in December). He has been looking at some of the pre-made slides that came with the kit. All is well. We keep talking about getting some dirty canal water to view... or some water from Grandma's fish pond. Cool!
Talk is cheap! The other day while I was making supper, Ben came to me and said, "Come look at what I'm viewing. It's hair Mom." He skipped back to the table and I followed. I put my eye in the eyepiece and said, "Wow. This is neat." As I was looking at the hair I commented, "Where did you get this?" Then the terrible thoughts came GUSHING into my head... YOUR HAIR - I screamed. Glenn came running from his office, thinking I had cut my hand off or something. There it was - an inch and a half of bangs lying on the slide, table and some pitched out the back door.
Good thing hair grows! (We paid a visit to Joe's Barber Shop the next day.)
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