Once again I pondered, "Why did I teach that kid to read?"

I was walking down the stairs into the kitchen yesterday after putting the two year old in bed for her nap, when I was greeted with, "Mom, do we have any tall bottles and where do we keep the food coloring? We're making a volcano."

On the kitchen table sat my two older kids, along with the baking soda and the vinegar. Distinctly lacking was anything like a cookie sheet that might catch the explosive mess, of course.

They'd been reading one of the many books we have on science experiments and had decided that a volcano was just the ticket to an afternoon's excitement. How fun! How thrilling!

I'm glad I got downstairs before they decided to start the bubbling process.