Young Researcher Pillows

Scientific Research: 'Does your research on the sunset include the observation of the sunrise?'

"I have to write a book report for school. . . do you have any books with lots of pictures?"

"Young Frankenstein"

'The creative process works best with a relaxed brain, so I'm letting my mind wander to let a solution drift in.'

'Does this have anything to do with Einstein's theory of relativity?'

"When I grow up, I'm writing the Great American App."

"There's smart phones and smart cars, so why can't there be smart rooms that clean themselves?"

"If a third grader knows the answer, how much of a problem can it really be?"

'Mom, Dad! Look what I created in lab today!'

Boy and girl at thier studies

Billy, can you deliver your show 'n tell this time without the fog machine?

'Tastes like cherry kool-aid, what's it do?'

'What goes up, must come down!' 'Not if you give it enough thrust, to send it flying forever across the face of the universe.'

'Son, it's time we had that little talk about ornithology and entomology.'

Little Doctor meets Little Geneticists.

'I'm sure that you are highly qualified. It's just that we're not hiring anyone at the third grade level.'

"That's Brian Eggleston, de facto leader of the playground intelligentsia."

"You know what happens when you make good grades? They send you to another school called college."

Small child building a large contraption from junk

'Our little guy is busy with homework, or if we're lucky, some sort of social network start-up.'

"I'm starting my own delivery service. Is there anything you want to borrow from my Dad?!"

'Mom, this is my new best friend -- I built him in computer class.'

'I made a good grade in creative writing, but I didn't do very well in creative spelling.'

"You were right. Building an online business empire is even more fun than playing games."

'I'd like to challenge the test.'

Wilhelm Rontgen's first attempt at X-rays: shining a bright light through Madame Rontgen.

'Don't push your luck Simkins with that alleged glove stretcher!'

"Police? My son and his friends were playing, building a moon rocket. . . I believe that they actually blasted off!"

"I got an 'A' for my anti-gravity science project!"

'Sharon's into genetic engineering!'

"Boss is coming! Discover something!"

'I want to chuck all the spelling and math and just get back to playing with blocks.'

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" "Nothing. I'm going into stem cell research."

'Wow! School's only been out for ten minutes, and I've already forgotten everything I learned.'

I think he knows something that we don't know about the uranium molecule.