Ben is at the age where he is pretty afraid of everything. He won't sleep if his closet doors are open, he won't go in or out a room if it's too dark. He fabricates monsters and dinosaurs and dragons in his mind every opportunity he can. Today as I was puttering about the house tidying and whatnot the little man comes flying around the corner and wraps himself around my leg burying his face from the terror pursuing him.
"Mommy there's a HUGE bee in the kitchen!!"
"It was probably just fly Benny, sometimes they look like Bees."
So I searched the kitchen high and low trying to find his ferocious "bee". But to no avail. After a great deal of convincing he was once again content to sit at the table with his drawings. And I went back to making banana bread.
what in the world is that whirring noice? I peeked around the corner...Did I leave the bathroom fan on?
There it is out of the corner of my eye. The hugest freaking bee I have ever seen in my life buzzing at the patio door vainly trying to free itself. Producing the loudest buzzing whir I ever heard come from a bee. There's a jet engine in my kitchen. Thankfully Ben was in the living room at the time.
For the next five minutes I bravely attempted to steer the huge furry pest towards the opening of the door calling to his freedom. Which I eventually did and amazingly with not even a little bit of a scream.
I did though go find Ben and told him that the giant bee was now gone because his brave mommy fought him to the end and now his mind can be forever at peace.
I am a warrior. Am I not?