
Setting: Inside the Hesterhouse...sometime in middle of June. Newness of summer break beginning to wear off. The "We have nothing to do" mentality already setting in.
Hestermomma: "You guys need to go outside. It is a beautiful day. Go out and enjoy it. No reason to be inside on a day like this."
Hestergirls: "We don't want to go outside. There are too many bees out there. Everywhere we go, we see bees."
Hestermomma: "Those bees don't care about you. They have too much to do. Mind your own business, and they'll mind theirs."
Hestergirls begrudgingly go outside. Few minutes later, crying ensues.
Hestermomma: with exasperation "What is wrong now?"
Hestergirls: "We were minding our own business and all of a sudden 'our business' became 'their business' and we got stung. Oooooooh, the agony."
Hestermomma feels like a candidate for "Worst Mother of the Year" and tries to make up for their stings with a trip to DQ. And with news like this about the bee population this year, looks like we will be seeing a lot of DQ this summer. Care to join me for a Dilly bar, anyone?