Sam was happily playing with his blocks and trains yesterday in the living room, while I started dinner. Independent play at this hour of the day is a rare luxury and I was relishing in the fact that I could unload the dishwasher and start dinner, without hearing, "Mama? Mama play twains?" every three minutes. Then I heard a little voice say, "oh, spider." Silence. Then, "spida? Spida fast!" A few seconds later I heard, "no! No spida play blocks! Sammy's blocks!" There was a note of panic in his voice so I went into the living room. On his block I saw not a spider, but a huge bee. Like the size of his pinky.
"Mama, no spida play bwocks!"
I slowly picked up the block, willing the bee to stay on it and not fly at Sam while I tried to run for the porch door. Luckily it seemed to be attempting to pollinate the wooden cube and I got out the door and had to bang the thing off. I returned the brick to Sam and told him it was a bumblebee, not a spider.
"No BUMBLEBEE pway Sammy bwocks!" he declared. I agreed. When I finished unloading the dishwasher and had the rice started, I went back into to see what he was doing. The block I had retrieved the bee from sat untouched, contaminated in the corner. Sam was still shaking his head, muttering about the unwelcome guest. I was glad I had gone to see this "spider" and that we had avoided a bee sting.
