This morning while waiting for the bus, the kids and I were watching bees on the rhododendrons.

There was one bee in particular that seemed to be having a little trouble. He was trying to walk on the flowers and kept falling off and flying all wonky. When he fell off and landed on his back son #1 said “Mom? What the heck is wrong with that bee?” Reminiscent of Calvin’s Dad,

I replied “I think it’s drunk. It’s been up partying all night with the other bees. They were bar hopping until after midnight. He shouldn’t be flying. This is what happens when you drink and fly. You see how he can’t even stand up or walk straight? He’s totally wasted. He has probably been sniffing the roses too…..Hey! Where are you going?” And he rolled his eyes at me and walked away.

What? Was it something I said?