Hello muddah, hello faddah

So I started teaching at a summer camp on Monday. For those who don't know, this is my fourth year in a row there. Usually I only teach magic, but last year they dumped a science class on me at the last minute. I did so brilliantly with my improvised experiments that this year they decided they could dump another last minute class on me. So now I'm "teaching" this class called Take Apart. Just as the name implies, we take things apart. And as far as I'm concerned, that's pretty much it. I suppose the original point of the class was to actually explain what all the different pieces do with regards to the overall functioning of the thing taken apart, but that's not really my area of expertise. Instead I tend to use a lot of lofty metaphors involving butterflies and canned cheese products, all while saying things like, "They just don't make 'em like that anymore kids!" (Did I mention these are 5 and 6-year-olds?) It's too bad Smithy isn't in the class actually, because I think he would learn a lot about the things he uses pretty much every day...like 1.44 MB floppy disks and Betamax cassette players. Hell, I managed to kill a half hour yesterday just having them take apart a ballpoint pen. With three days left, it's likely that my bullshittery will reach new and exciting heights in the verbal stratosphere. I just hope my head doesn't explode from the sudden change in pressure. That would be gross.