Cruz

Lots to post and have been slacking. But this was yesterday:

Cruz walks into the living room with a sad face. "Mom, the bee. It only has one wing. Can you wescue it?"

And there in his hands is a honeybee holding onto life with one wing.

"Save him mom. You can do it."

I explained that I can't save him. I explain that the bee cannot live without his wing and that he'll die. I ask Cruz if he wants to smush the bee so it doesn't have to suffer - a quick end. He looks up at me with a hurt face, "Hurt the bee? Nooooooo!" And I can tell that he's not quite understanding my way of 'helping'.

So I told him that we can't save the bee but we can find the most beautiful flower and put the bee in it. And that's what we did.