Well she’s less under it to be honest, and more over and around it.
“Mummy!” she yelled, unwrapping the parcel waiting for her in the kitchen. “You’re the best Mummy in the whole world ever! I’ve always dreamed of having my own microscope but never thought it would come true!”
She does loves a bit of drama. She’s trying out for Oliver at school at the moment. I think she has a pretty good shot.
The parcel was indeed a microscope, courtesy of Galt Toys, although I’m doubtful that it will herald any amazing scientific discoveries, as it costs less than £20. Still, Belle was over the moon about the prospect of being able to see bugs close up, so who was I to crush her dreams?
Try as I might to help by carefully reading aloud the instructions, Belle was having none of it, and was ripping bits out of the box before I even had chance to fetch her lab coat.*
She seemed pretty content fiddling about with the preloaded slides, so I left her to it and went to make a cup of tea. After about ten minutes I came back. “How are you getting on?” I asked, adopting that very motherly ‘arms folded thoughtfully across chest with mug of tea in hand’ pose.
“It’s awesome!” she said. “Look through there, you can see my blood!”
I’d only left her for ten minutes.
“Blood?” I said, trying to sound casual and not like I wanted to call an ambulance. “How did you get blood on a slide?”
“Oh it’s fine,” she waved me away, peering back through her beloved microscope, “nothing to worry about.”
I had a look through the eyepiece, slightly hesitant about what her blood might reveal, but to be honest it looks to me just like the fungi slide. And the one she did of her own hair. Perhaps I was missing something. Belle though was adamant that all her slides looked different, and as long as she’s happy, so am I.
Who am I to stand in the way of science?
*She doesn’t actually have a lab coat, but how cute would that be? Or possibly a little menacing, depending on her mood.