Ever since we went to Disney World in March of last year, the boys have to tell us a "secret" every night during bedtime. It is a ritual that each boy give us both big hugs, little hugs, big kisses, and little kisses... mainly just to stretch the bedtime routine out to the limits. Up until recently, each boy had to tell us a "secret" about Disney World... "We went in the Haunted House, and a ghost rose in the car with us" or "We rode the Winnie the Pooh ride, and we got stuck in the mud" (the ride actually broke down for about 5 minutes at the spot that the characters in the 100 acre woods were in a rainstorm). Addison had the same exact secret for about 7 months straight. "I rode the airplane ride, and it went fast, and the lights turned off, and the white things had to stop it, and the people had to get off". Word for word, he said this same conglomeration of thought over and over, night after night. Sometimes he would say it so fast that none of it was understandable at all. In the past month or so, Asa has dropped the secret-telling all together. Jeff has been able to get Addison to ditch his memorized banter for some creativity. For some reason, each night, it is about bees.
There was a bee, and it wanted to make honey, so it went and asked people for money... and then it could make honey.
Great. A panhandling bee. I tried to argue that maybe the bee was selling the honey for money, but no. The bee was just asking around for money so that he could finance his own greedy honey-making efforts. Fabulous.
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