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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

A-Z Challenge: P is for Potions

He carefully poured water from an empty Baby Shampoo bottle into one of the old egg -coloring cups from Easter. He had lined the cups up along the edge of the bathtub. His mother would stick her head in, to be sure none of the cups had spilled onto the floor. Well, of course not. What wizard would be so unwise as to spill his own potions?

There was just enough soap in the bottle for a bit of bubbling, and he remembered the colored tablets, how they had fizzed at Easter, dissolving in water. Then they had added vinegar and oil.

Vinegar and oil. Great for potions. So was food coloring. Maybe to others, he just liked to mix things. But he was seven now. And at seven anything can happen, especially when you're a wizard and no one knows it. He actually turned seven on Easter this year, and his favorite birthday present had been a set of plastic play-science test tubes. But he did not use them for science experiments. He used them for his wizardly potions. Ones that, if he wasn't afraid would kill them, could make his gerbils sprout wings, transforming them into tiny dragons; would light a fire under his big brother so he could blast him off into space; make his favorite climbing tree talk; bring back to life the enormous caterpillar his mother accidentally stepped on in the driveway.

Neither does anyone know that when he mixes blue food coloring and red cherry-flavored toothpaste in one of his tubes, he is making a purple potion that could freeze the girl next door into a crystal. The one in the "A" challenge who got him into trouble for telling him to take off his new Heelys and throw them up into a tree. He could then smash her with a hammer and she would shatter into a million icy fragments at his feet.

Since that "A for arsenal", some guys had come to prune, and miraculously that Heely appeared on the ground. Maybe he wouldn't have to shatter her after all. He'd save that potion for his big brother the next time he lied about "borrowing" one of his ninja legos. That is, if his fire potion hadn't worked and he wasn't already on his way to the moon.




Lynn Proctor said...

your blog today reminded me of the first science set my oldest son had--he was not suppose to use it without my husband or myself--well--he did and do you know how hard it is to get cobalt blue out of carpet---

Paula Martin said...

I love these potions! Now I'm wondering what potions I'd mix!

November Rain - k~ said...

That really brought back some memories Sandra. My brother and I used to play a lot when we were little. One of my favorites was mixing potions. He didn't ever try to make them, but he loved to give me "new" ingredients and ask me what they would do.

Crystals out of the heely gal, now that's fun fodder for a story!

Kathy said...

Mixing potions, witches brews, and brewing concoctions is so much fun. Great post!!


Rhonda Parrish said...

LOL I totally remember mixing potions in the bath tub -- it used to drive my mother crazy LOL

Thank you for the trip down memory lane.

~ Rhonda Parrish

Joyce Lansky said...

Sounds like any kids dream.

Abracadebra Designs said...

Could you please have him make me up a position that will turn me into a Super Woman, so that I can catch up on everything else I haven't done while reading all these excellent blogs? Please? Or how about one to make my daughter disappear when she is acting like a moody teenager?

Jenn said...

I think you've captured the imagination of your child so well here. What we think up as kids we somehow lose when we become older--if only we could hang on to that magic potion just a little bit longer!!

Cheers, Jenn

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