"V" is for Vortex

Some days I feel so confident about my mommy teaching skills, like when the girls create a new painting or when they grasped the "putting your tee tee in the potty" concept.  So, when my girls come out of the bathtub one day after their daddy (a self proclaimed science geek/enthusiast) bathed them, they started telling me about a vortex.  I gave them a big proud smile and then sneaked off to go google "vortex".  I did enjoy my nursing school sciences like anatomy, physiology, and chemistry, but  David brings a whole different type of science to the table.  He likes to think he's educating me on black holes, worm holes, whatever other kind of holes are out there in space (I tend to start daydreaming mid way through his talks or DVR'd shows).  I'm so glad I married a science geek, and hopefully the girls will love to learn science the way their daddy does.

Here are the girls and their vortexes:

This picture just cracked me up.  It's Claire Bear.