The other day, Sam was home alone with the older three boys while I was out with Maxwell.
When I got home, he told me that in my absence they had discovered that a loaf of bread had gotten a bit moldy.
It conveniently had small spots of white, green, and black mold, so Sam had gathered the boys around for an experiment.
They took pieces of bread, rubbed the spots of the different colors of mold (white for Talmage, green for Wesley, and black for Lincoln), and then rubbed the bread in the shape of the first letters of their names. Then they put the bread in ziploc bags and were waiting to see if the mold would grow where they spread it.
Over the course of this past week, the boys have been eagerly checking their bags of nasty bread.
And guess what?
Their experiment totally worked.
And that, my friends, is what happens when your husband is a scientist.