We got Noah a microscope for his birthday earlier this month, a gift that was totally worth the shocking price tag.  He uses it almost everyday, taking a closer look at whatever piques his interest.

Yesterday, he came bounding down the stairs, exuberantly imploring,

“Mom!  Look at my blood!  It is so PRETTY!”

It was, quite possibly, the darkest thing anyone had ever said to me in such an excited, cheerful tone.

While I peered at his platelets, he started to leave the room, so I asked where he was going.

He replied,

“Oh, I need a band-aid.  I picked the scab on my knee to get the sample. “