The Potion

I'm back.  Did you miss me?  Schultz did.  He went bonker bananas when I came home,  but that's another story.

Today's story involves a scientific experiment.   "Mama," my seven-year-old son said.  "I'm going to make an experiment."

Uh oh.  Those things are usually scary.  "What are are you going to do?" I asked.

"You'll see."  The boy grabbed an old Snapple bottle and filled it with water.  Then he went to the refrigerator and took out some milk.  And cool whip.  He added the milk and the cool whip to the bottle of water.  Then he went in the pantry and grabbed a bottle of honey.

"Are you trying to see how disgusting you can make that water?" I asked.

He grinned.  "No, Mama.  I'm going to see how yummy I can make this water."

I shook my head.  "You're not seriously going to drink that, are you?"

"Yes, Mama, I'm going to drink this."  He put the cap on the bottle and headed out the door.

"Wait," I said.  "Where are you going with that?"

"To the woods.  I don't want anyone to see me if my potion experiment doesn't work."