Yesterday our son was outside on the front steps playing with a hose, pouring out the stale water that’s always leftover when you turn off the tap. Suddenly a bee, who had presumably crawled inside for a drink, flew out the end of the hose. Henry was startled and delighted. Elana told him what it was, and for the rest of the day he walked around the house cheerfully yelling “Bee! Bee! Bee!”
Before you are too impressed with this, keep in mind that only last Thursday our friend Naomi taught him to say “Please,” which he pronounced as “Beesh!” So who knows what’s going on in his mind at this point.
But he did do something later that I thought was pretty clever. He pointed out the window, then made the “wash hands” sign — which he often uses to indicate playing with water in general — and then he shouted “Bee!” I think perhaps he was telling me the story of what happened.
Here is a video of H. dramatically running down a cobblestone alley like he’s in a Stephen Chow movie.
And here he is performing the final, dazzling illusion in our two-man magic act. Seconds before this I had cut him in half.