A month ago Jacob was at camp and a little girl got stung by a bee or...something. That was a defining moment for him that week. Every morning after that we discussed bees, stings, why they sting(?), what he could do to not get stung, etc. There were tears, there were threats to stay inside forever and not have any fun. Which is why today when we visited one of my old C-SPAN buddies who was having a honey extraction party, I downplayed the whole bee part of the equation. But I learned that "costumes" trump everything in the mind of that kid - my friend had him at "beesuit". Within minutes Jacob was wearing full (mini) beekeeper regalia, standing a foot away from an active hive, bees flying all around him, calmly asking his myriad of questions as if he was sitting in the comfort of his living room watching the opening ceremonies of the London Olympics.
3- (almost 4) year-old problems solved.
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