My little brother has decided to become an "animal scientist". (It's better than his last idea for a job which was miner, because he watched The Incredibles and wanted to drive a machine like the Underminer has at the end. We all assured him that these machines don't exist.)
Anyway, we had roast chicken on Sunday so SP#2, who I think I shall nickname Elliot for this blog, asked to keep the skeleton in his room.
He was greatly discouraged from this and found some other things to 'study'. He studied a snail, the dog, and our fish. And he was very happy when someone printed out some images of animal skeletons for him.
(I'm hungry. I will listen to music to distract myself.)
Thing is, Elliot doesn't really know what 'studying' means, so he just stares very hard at his subject, occasionally turning his head. I don't know if he's just waiting for a scientific theory to form in his head or what, or what he's looking for, or what scientists actually do. Well, he's only six.
I've got no idea what to nickname SP#1, but the news about her is that she's just won a music competition. That was on her recorder, not her trumpet (She came last when playing the trumpet). But anyway, she's chuffed about it.
And Marmalade's flirting with a vampire.
So, nothing interesting to report.
