What made me laugh this week was a fashionable woman with a huge Costco cart full of over-sized Costco-type items and two (two!) giant dog beds trying to get all her purchases into a tiny convertible Porsche. It was pretty entertaining watching her teeter on four inch heels as she punched the fluffy dog beds into the nooks and crannies of her car.
I, on the other hand, was loading my car with giant containers of vinegar and baking soda because last weekend Jack wanted to make something he called "hand grenades" (lovely, right?) and nearly died because we were out of plain vinegar and I wouldn't let him use my bottle of rice wine vinegar to blow up Ziploc bags in the back yard. He made me swear on a stack of The Dangerous Book for Boys that I would buy the supplies so he could do this "thing"- I don't know whether to call it a project or an experiment or what- this weekend. Why, oh why, can we not just weave those little potholders or glue seashells on picture frames or any other normal craft activity?
I am not joking when I say that I caught him watching "How to make a smoke bomb with $2 worth of household items" on Youtube the other day, so if I can channel that desire into something along the lines of Vinegar+Baking soda= Exploding Ziploc Bags, then I figure I'm doing okay. Although now that I type that it occurs to me that vinegar and baking soda is probably just the gateway-drug for bigger explosions.