My granddaughter has to drop an egg from a third story window in a device that will keep it from breaking. Well, I, the grandmother, talked to the grandfather, who saw on the internet a fellow dropping an egg in a water-filled surgical glove, which was itself cushioned by newspaper. I tried it and the egg cracked and then I added partially inflated balloons and we had a success. So she comes home and tells me my box won’t fit through the window. What kind of windows to they have at this school?

She cuts a cube of Styrofoam in half and hollows out an egg spot, puts it back together and taped bubble wrap around it. (Woo – cool tense change mid-sentence, but I think it works. It’s the vernacular, don’tcha know.) We went to the second floor and dropped it, but of course we had no idea what had happened until she ran down to the driveway and painstakingly removed all the tape. The egg made it. Then, carrying it in the house, she clicked it on the vestibule door and that was all she wrote.