Marine Biologists, Perhaps?

Discovering all that God has made my children, I have decided, is and shall remain a life-long journey filled with adventure and wrinkle growing managerial duties.
Currently, I feel as if I live in a laboratory. . . one whose research is focused on all that is H2O.
For example, here's a sample of my last 5 minutes:
1) Opening up the freezer to put something away, I find various sized containers filled with water mixed with differing substances. "What's this?", I ask. "Oh, that's my experiment, Mom. I have vegetable powder in the square, smashed berries in the popsicle container and Cheerios in your flower-pot." . . . Oh, ok.
. . . Going on to put some bath towels away . . . and check on son #2 who is 'washing his hands after "tupe"'. . .
2) Opening up the door to the powder-room, I see prolific bubbles cascading from the faucet to the fuzzy (make that 'currently drenched') mat. "What's this?", I ask. "Oh, I'm seeing how many bubbles I can make, Mom. I think I can make a line of bubbles. Look! This new soap you just bought is the best, Mom. Do you like my experiment?" . . . Oh, ok. . . (Now I don't think I'm answering in a tone that most scientists would say "Foster's Creative and Investigative Thought.")
. . . Let me go wring this soaking towel out in the kitchen sink while you (Boy #2) clean up . . .
3) Walking back into the kitchen I see boy #3 (very proud to become more independent, boy #3) going to the refrigerator to get himself a glass of water. I think, "Oh, such a big boy." . . . and then, I watch him take a sip and proceed to do one of 4 things: a) open up one of the cupboards and pour the water inside, b) pour the water into a puddle he started to create on the wooden floor, c) pour the water from one cup to another, or, if that didn't do the trick, d) pour the water onto the counter -- in attempts to empty his glass so he can start again -- almost make it into the sink, and watch this lovely fluid flow freely down the cabinets onto the floor.
So . . . are they future biologists of some sort?
Right now, I'm wondering and note to all of them, "LAB TIME OVER. Yes, I heard the bell. Time for 'quiet time'. Now!"
Ack!
Love to all Moms -- Supervising Scientists/Leaders of Discovery.
"Now, can anyone tell me when the clean-up crew will arrive?"
Love,
The M.O.B.