While we were out playing this afternoon, Corwin spotted a dead bumblebee. He asked what killed it and I told him that lives only for about six weeks. Corwin of course asked why it was only six weeks, a question I managed to fudge an answer for. Corwin then launched in to a little story of his own. It started with Corwin having a pet bee that was alive and living for longer than six weeks. Corwin wandered about as he was telling his tale so I didn’t follow it very closely, but the ending stuck with me - “… but then the bee would die and the dance lesson would be over”. “Yes”, I said, “I can see how that would follow”.