Tadpoles in the Fish Pond

When I love the idea of home school is when I see Fyo fascinated by the learning opportunities within our own environment. Outside, is our fish pond. Our house doesn't really have walls, just a ledge that he can peer over into the fish pond.
        In the morning, as we wait for the water to boil for the morning's first cup of coffee, we go over to the fish pond to count the frogs sitting on lily pads. Then one day, we saw a collection of black frog eggs sitting on one of the lily pads.
        A week later, we had ourselves a new batch of tadpoles. We walked outside so we could peer closer into the pond. We saw black squiggly question marks swimming along the wall of the pond and eating the fish food, he had scattered.
        "Fish" he said. For Fyo, everything in the water, from tadpole to dolphin, is a fish. Kent and I watched the sperm like creatures and felt that awe you feel in the presence of new life. I also felt that awe of realizing how much I forgot from my high school biology class.
        "I think the tail grows into the spine," Kent said.
         "It must. They look so much like embryo, and I think that's what happens in the womb."
         But in the end, we didn't know. So, we're watching them to find out.
        Now in the morning, Kent scoops out a glass of water with tadpoles squiggly swimming and Fyo peers in to see what he calls fish.