Youngest son (YS) came into the living room a few minutes ago rubbing a peice of styrofoam on his hair. The table in the living room had been commandeered to hold a tray of potting soil for starting flower seeds. YS wanted to see if dirt would jump up to the foam like hair and bits of paper did--and lo and behold, he suddenly had a dirty peice of styrofoam. Glee! Young scientist at work!
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