What I do remember distinctly is this hen - a brown one - and she's going into this little hen house, and there were nest boxes around the edge. So, I must have thought, "Ah, she's going to lay an egg" and I crawled after her. And apparently, I was gone four whole hours and the family had no idea where I was... they even called the police. And yet, my mom saw me running towards the house with shining eyes... instead of getting mad at me, "How dare you go off without telling us? Don't you dare do it again", she sat down to hear the wonderful story of how a hen lays an egg. So, isn't that the making of a little scientist?
Curiosity.
Asking questions.
Not getting the right answer.
Deciding to find out for yourself.
Making a mistake.
And not giving up.
And learning patience.
That's all there when I was four and  half and a different kind of mother might have crushed that scientific curiosity... maybe I wouldn't have done I'd done. - Jane Goodall