last night was a busy one.
i knew we had a mouse trap car to build for science.
we watched A LOT of you tube videos of other people putting one together.
on top of all that, his power point presentation did not work in history so we had to figure out what was going on with that.
then the bomb by the name of rube goldberg came.
who is rube goldberg you ask? let us consult wikipedia:
Reuben Lucius Goldberg (July 4, 1883 – December 7, 1970) was an American cartoonist, sculptor, author, engineer, and inventor. Goldberg is best known for a series of popular cartoons he created depicting complex devices that perform simple tasks in indirect, convoluted ways – now known as Rube Goldberg machines.
“when is this due keats?” i asked trying to stay calm
“um, tomorrow. we have to make a video of it to show him we did it.”
“keats, what are we supposed to make, i have never seen one before.”
“i don’t know, he just said to make one!!” he used his teen-ager voice.
back to you tube and this is the ‘easy one’ we found: right now you tube says it does not work.
i wanted to cry.
keats was having shortness of breath and ‘homework freak out.’
sir went to the hardware store to buy some wares and maybe purchase someone who did know how to build a mouse trap car.
he saw two other parents there looking for supplies.
keats and i stayed home trying to figure out complex steps to perform one simple step.
“how about you just say my complex steps are telling my sister to do it, then she tells my other sister to do it, then she tells my brother to do it, who tells my other sister to do the simple task” i suggested.
it was so complex he did not get it.
we finally figured out a ball rolling down a ramp hitting a polly pocket car (polly pocket included) which then hit a board guarded by ninja turtles which then hit a board guarded by to gigantic barbie heads (or sphinxes as keats called them) knocking over a ball that lit up when it hit the ground.just in case you did not know what a giant barbie head looked like.
by 10:30 last night all homework was done, videoed, typed, and power pointed to completion.
“so, how did your mouse trap go.”
“um, good. yeah.”
“how did your video go.”
“really good, i got some laughs with my jokes and my face went numb, more like tingly i was so nervous up there”
“oh, mr kendrick really liked the video huh?”
“mr kendrick? no mr. shields, i am talking about my power point presentation.”
“oh, what did mr. kendrick think of you rube goldberg invention.”
“oh, that is not due until May 18th it turns out.”
people, my mouth, once again, dropped open.
“i was wrong when i said i thought it was due today.” he explained.
this is the thing with keats once again.
he has no concept of time.
“well, i guess we have lots of time to make a much more complex design to video don’t we.”
“oh yeah, plenty of time.” said the boy who time means nothing to.
the next writer in our family
this is bird’s school journal she brought home today.
i think it goes really nice with chicka’s journal entry about the time CPS pulled her from class to interview her thanks to some lovely phone calls by my ex in-laws.
“bird, i think you might need to write i little bigger.” i told her while holding her journal right in front of my face.
“why?” she asked.