I recently found this conversation from last summer that I had written down so as not to forget it. I read it tonight and it made me smile.
3yo: Now that it is warm I will hug bees.
Me: (half listening) yeah?
3yo: Yeah, they will not sting me if I hug them.
Me: Wait, what? You want to hug bees?
3yo: Yeah.
Me: We don’t hug bees.
3yo: Why not?
Me: because they will sting you.
3yo: Not nice bees.
Me: Yes, even nice bees.
3yo: But why?
Me: Because bees don’t want you to hug them.
3yo: Aw, but I want to hug them.
Me: Bees are afraid of people. You can say hello to them, but you cannot touch them because they will sting you.
3yo thinks for a while….
3yo: Bees are not in our cars.
Me: No they are not. If one flew into our car we would open the windows so they can fly out. They don’t want to be in cars, they want to stay outside and find flowers.
3yo thinks some more…..
3yo: Bees don’t like flowers on Mars.
Me: What?
3yo: Bees don’t like flowers on Mars, only on Earth.
Me: Um, yes. They only like Earth flowers.
3yo: A long, long time ago, bees flew into our car. Then they turned into butterflies.
Me: They did?
3yo: Yeah. Two weeks ago.
Me: Oh. Ok.