On the way home from school today, Connor announced that he wanted a microscope for Christmas (hint hint Grandparents...). We had a fun talk about what he could look at with said scope.
He started out by suggesting a really small pebble and then talked about how if he looked at a drop of water he would see germs and molecules and the strong men who held them together (I think he was taking an analogy a bit too far...but that's another story.)
I suggested that we could look at a drop of blood. I was teasing him a bit but he jumped on the idea. He was adamant that we could not stick him. I asked him where he would get the blood, thinking that he was going to ask me to give him a drop of my blood.
He had another idea.
"I know how we could get some blood Mom! We could KILL something!!!!"
"Um, like a mosquito?"
"No Mom (insert eye roll here) It would be too hard to squish just one mosquito. We could KILL A BURGLAR!!!!! Then we could take his blood and look at it!"
"um. ..um....ummm. Maybe that's not such a good idea."
"No, Mom. It's a GREAT idea. (He is really getting into this now....) We are killing a bad guy and that's a good thing AND I get blood to look at!"
"um. um..." At this point my brain shuts down in panic mode. If anyone asks, I'll just say, "He was always such a nice boy."