A couple of weeks ago, I talked with Super-K’s Boy Scout troop about gravity, pressure, force and mass.

Yep. We made soda bottle water rockets.  It was a huge hit– I guess 7 year-old boys like things that shoot water and go really high.  Who knew?  🙂

We also made baking soda and vinegar bottle rockets, which (surprisingly, to me) went a LOT higher than the water rockets.  I got very wet, since I was controlling the angle of the rockets by hand.  I also smelled of vinegar for the next several days.

It was a complete blast.  Afterward, Super-K leaned over to his friend and whispered, “My dad is the best teacher, EVER.”

Oh, heck yes.  I rock.

Last night, the troop went bowling.  It’s been several weeks since the rocket launching madness.  The boys are still talking about how much fun it was.  (I wasn’t there– M went and reported that one of the boys went on and on about how sad he was that he missed it.)

Oo–did I mention?  I rock.  There is no better feeling than to teach a kid something he or she finds enjoyable.  Well, except that they remember that it was you that taught them, and talk about how great you are for a couple weeks.  That’s pretty cool.