We didn’t dye a single egg this Easter. Didn’t put candy inside any plastic ones, or search for cleverly hidden ones. My “babies” are too old. Sigh. I did purchase a few bags of candy and throw them at my teenagers, if that counts.
So today…we dropped eggs off the roof instead. All in the name of science.
My youngest (14) is totally enraptured by the whole idea of an egg drop competition. He researched online, consulted multiple family members, and brainstormed multiple designs, each more complicated than the last. The prospect of climbing on the roof each time to test a new design holds a certain appeal as well.
Our particular contest doesn’t limit the types of construction materials for the egg drop container, but it grades on a formula that rewards light weight and few parts, as well as a bonus for accurately hitting a target. So complicated designs are out.
After a few unsuccessful design attempts, this morning Sean stumbled upon the perfect design which requires only one piece: his pajama pants. No kidding. He wrapped his pj pants around an egg and used the attached tie to fasten it. Perfectly accurate. Lowest possible pieces. Not overly heavy.
Sometimes, science is comfortable.
Bonus, I let him climb the roof again. Why not?