I recently spotted this in the window of a toy shop:
Recommended for ages 10 and up. My youth was apparently misspent with Hot Wheels and model horses (and collisions thereof). I could have been getting a step up on grad school.
"See genetic material with your
own eyes as you isolate the DNA from a tomato in a test tube." (This is actually fun and easy and you don’t need a kit to do it.)
"Learn about dominant and recessive genes and play inheritance
games to determine how traits will be expressed." Then you can blame the correct parent for your near-sightedness, flat feet, etc.
"Breed your own bacteria colony to experiment with survival of
the fittest." Now, we’re talking!!! I would have loved this. My mother, however, would have argued that the disgusting storage space under my bed was, in fact, a giant petri dish.