08-22-2016, 12:57 AM
Children, like cats, seem to be draw to the people who are most nervous of them, or to the greatest source of havoc in the vicinity. So, of course, Sheldon had a devoted following. He decided to take their education in hand. A row of children sat in rapt attention, eyes wide behind their safety goggles as he showed them how combining simple household chemicals could create foamy vengeance...
Her small niece presents her with a picture, all loops and bobbles.
"That's nice, sweetie. Is it a flower?"
"No." The child looks at her scornfully, "it's 'lectrons, like Uncle Coop taught us."
Uncle Coop? She bites her lip. Well, her oldest nephew has already decided to worship at the altar of one who understands the supremacy of Batman.
Later, It was generally agreed upon, that in the annals of family history, the day the kids caused the barn to collapse in a tsunami of soap suds kinda stood out.
Her small niece presents her with a picture, all loops and bobbles.
"That's nice, sweetie. Is it a flower?"
"No." The child looks at her scornfully, "it's 'lectrons, like Uncle Coop taught us."
Uncle Coop? She bites her lip. Well, her oldest nephew has already decided to worship at the altar of one who understands the supremacy of Batman.
Later, It was generally agreed upon, that in the annals of family history, the day the kids caused the barn to collapse in a tsunami of soap suds kinda stood out.