Young Morgan and I have been engaged in fierce battle.
Not as in fisticuffs, you understand, oh, no, we are still the Best of Friends. However we are each in charge of
a small blue plastic knight, both of warlike appearance and (possibly) disposition. Mine is called Ivan the Brave while my grandson's goes by the name of Morgan the Terrible.
You would think, to look at the
two of them, side by side, that Ivan the Brave would have a considerable advantage over Morgan the Terrible, on account of possessing a large shield, a rather splendid helmet extending down his chest as a breastplate and an extremely fierce looking weapon.
Morgan the Terrible, on the other hand, is bare-headed and carries a small shield and a sword tiny by comparison. Nevertheless, Terrible is as Terrible does and it is poor Ivan who "goes down dead" almost every time they engage in close combat. You will be
relieved to hear that Ivan does rise from the dead, time after time, ready for another fight. It's no wonder they call him The Brave. Ivan the Foolhardy might be a more appropriate monicker. Every so often, Young Morgan being a kind-hearted lad, Ivan and I
are allowed to win. Just often enough to stop us (Ivan and I) taking our shield and weapon home in an Almighty Sulk.
At Techniquest in Cardiff Bay, Young James turns into bacteria. Fear not, it's not catching.
We are watching a free performance of Eggstraordinary Experiments and the presenter is explaining, with help from five members of the audience, how eggs turn rotten. One child is the chick, head and shoulders covered in yellow fluff; a tall girl, with a helmet
on her head is the Albumen, prowling protectively around the chick; while James and two fellow Thespians are the bacteria. In one hand each carries a kind of sausage (one named Sal, one named Mon and one named Ella) and in the other a toy iron.
Twice the Albumen defends fiercely, removing the irons from two of the bacteria (one of them our own answer to Brad Pitt) so that they fall theatrically to the ground as dead as Ivan the Brave. But, alas, the Albumen
now has her hands full of toy irons so the third bacteria is able to elude her and attack the poor defenceless chick who collapses in a heap of yellow fluff, transformed into a Rotten Egg. This is not a story with a happy ending but as far as I can see nobody
in the audience appears to be traumatised, least of all the Duracell Bunny who is giving his father and me palpitations as he insists on positioning himself precariously close to the row of seats below us, looking as if he will topple over onto the stage at
any misjudged moment.
That's not the sum total of our Learning Eggsperience as we also discover how to remove the shell from a fresh egg (Sam and James are planning to try this one at home. It involves vinegar
and a considerable amount of patience) and watch as the presenter cooks up a green egg. He offers us all a taste as we leave the theatre at the end of the show but nobody takes him up on it.
Back home, James
is able to pass on all the Egg-Related Lessons he has learnt over the course of the half-hour which only goes to prove that Learning by Doing has much to recommend it. The Duracell Bunny has almost as much to say but most of it is not particularly relevant
to anything in the least bit Eggy.
I am allowed some precious time with Sam, the Eldest of the Welsh Boys, at bedtime. He has been recovering from his op all day so wasn't able to come out on our Techniquest
Jaunt. We read together the latest chapter from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, cuddled up on his Mum and Dad's bed. Hermione accidentally turns herself into a cat.
It's been what might be called
a Transformational Day. The Duracell Bunny turned into Morgan the Terrible and defeated his foe; James turned into bacteria; eggs turned green; and Hermione turned into a cat.
Well, it is Easter, after all
- when a miracle happened two thousand years ago.