Two years ago Zoe got a science kit for Christmas, she hasn’t really paid too much attention to it so I was surprised when she pulled it out of the hall closet and set it up on the coffee table.

“What are you doing with your science kit?” I asked her.

“Well…. I was going to look at something but I can’t remember how to.”

“What?”

“My finger.” She said, holding it up.

And that’s when the nurse in me started to freak out a little bit. Does she have a sliver? What’s in her finger that she needs a microscope to look at?

“What’s in your finger??” I asked, getting ready to grab that finger and drag it over to the light so that I could get a closer look.

“The Science Channel says that there is another world that lives in your body. I wanted to see it.”

Oh.

Now I have to say that I’m impressed that she’s interested in this kind of stuff. I never was. However I didn’t have The Science Channel growing up either. I took the least amount of science classes that were humanly possible in order to graduate, and most of them were pass/fail. That said, if I had heard that there was a teeny tiny world that lived in my body, I probably would have tried to see it too.

And, I probably would have imagined it to look a lot like Whoville.

I wonder if she would have put her finger under that microscope if she would have whispered towards it, “Mr. Mayor?”