The Birds and the Bees

We trusted my parents to keep Henry for a whole weekend, believing that they would care for their precious grandson as if he was their own. Surely they would teach him all that they love about this world--well, the age appropriate stuff.

Now he's obsessed with the birds and the bees.

Today, on the way home from school, he pointed out and exclaimed, "Byrr!" for every bird that flew over us. And then he began to frantically cry for "Bee! Bee!" this evening after his bath, only settling down after I took him outside to look for bees. Sadly, our yard simply doesn't have the same level of attraction for insects and birds that Grandjane's flower-filled yard does.

Thanks, I guess, for teaching Henry about birds and bees. One less thing to worry about.