Accompanied the youngest tax deduction on a field trip today with his class.  Went to a Nature Center and learned a lot about, what else, nature!  I was particularly struck by the talk about migration.  He mentioned ducks & whooping cranes, butterfly's and deer.  But he said nothing about hair!  Now don't be thinking I've lost my marbles.  I firmly believe this is a something that we as a scientific community should research!  My hair is steadily migrating toward my back.  My pal Redfish is also experiencing this phenomenon. (in a much more drastic fashion!)  I'm hoping that at some point, it decides to complete the cycle and return to the point of origin, but I may just be hoping!

So what are some other things that migrate, you ask?  How about a woman's boobs?  They seem to migrate toward the knees, though hopefully they never reach their final destination!  My bank account seems to be in a pretty serious southbound migration. (might have something to do with #1 tax deduction and cars, proms, sports, and "the general fund")  Common sense in this country has definitely migrated south, to perhaps never return.  Personal responsibility has also moved on, though I have hopes that this one will complete the trek safely, and return to it's magnificent home here in the hearts and minds of all the people!

We also learned today that anytime you give a group of 9 year old boys each a net, and tell them to go to the creek and scoop up stuff, somebody's gonna get wet!  (turns out 2 somebody's got wet)  Also learned that the stuff they scoop up is not necessarily what the kind little tour guide had in mind when she innocently handed them their nets!  ("I said DON'T SCOOP UP ANY MOSS!")   Also learned that 9 year old boys all think that it's funny to see a tadpole growing one of it's legs and to shout out for all the happy world to hear "look, theres it's penis". (Would've seemed a lot funnier if I wasn't the only male in a group of 23 women) 

And who can forget the talk on Poison Ivy?  And how cute was it for all the little kids to listen intently and keep their hands in their pockets, and walk WAY around it, only to see one of the adults reach out and touch it and say "it's kind of soft".  And you're kind of stoopid!  That's like saying, I'm not sure if this glowing ember is hot, think I'll pick it up to see!

Pretty good trip all & all.  The best part was getting to hang with the rugrat, and knowing that he liked being the only one with Dad there!