On Mondays, I pick up the 1st graders at 2:15pm. Yesterday, we had a little bee incident. I swear this bee followed us from the pick up zone to the van. The bee got stuck in the window of one of the sliding doors. The bee would buzz from the bottom of the window to the top, from the side to the other side, but couldn't get past the window lip to get clear to the outdoors.

Keep in mind I have 4 - 1st graders and a 2 yr old screaming in the back of the van. At this point in telling the story, I am wondering if any of these kids are allergic to bees, but at the time I just wanted them to sit down and (dare I say it) - SHUT UP! Sorry. That is a kid version of a "bad word" in our house, but it is what I wanted.
Before driving away from the school parking lot, everyone thought the bee finally escaped from the inside of the van - SO we took off to bring the kids home
(Keep in mind that Sweetie's first day of potty training was this day as well - layers to the event - it is never dull here). As I pulled out of the parking lot, I heard a BUZZ! I turned off the music and asked the kids to be quiet - then BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
All at once,
- 4 - 1st graders all SCREAMED!
- RHM unbuckled and jumped in the back of the van.
- Sweetie just looked at them like they were crazy.
- I pulled over on the street and turned my flashers on.
I got out of the van and walked over to the other side. I was looking for a paper to help the bee out of the car, when I realized I was getting yelled at by a female security guard in a golf cart.
Guard "It is not advisable that you park here!"At this point I realize that I parked in the street (off to the side, but still in the street) in front of
Honeywell. I wonder if she thinks I am a threat to be parking near her company. That makes me laugh.
Out loud.
Me, "I have a bee stuck in my car and 5 screaming kids, so unless you want to help me, I will park here 'til the bee is out of my car."Guard, "You should park in a parking lot and not the street." as she drives off. Now, I realize that she would NOT allow me to park in the Honeywell parking lot and obviously isn't going to help me, so I choose to ignore her and continue looking for a piece of paper as I think of unkind names to call the guard under my breath (I am only human). I found a toddler board book and decided that it would work. I got the bee out of the car, the 1st graders buckled again, and then checked Sweetie's big girl underwear (dry, phew!), now I started down the road to drop off the carpool kids.
It was a funny event. The kids may have been screaming, but they talked about this buzzing bee all the way home. I think they screamed with joy OR maybe they were seeking attention for screaming the loudest among their peers. Whatever the case, my 2 yr old just looked at these "big" kids like they were nuts!
Side note - Sweetie decided that she needed to go to the bathroom at each house we stopped at for the carpool. I don't think she actually did anything but sit there, but she was having fun practicing. I don't know if she did anything, because she wouldn't let me in.
Sweetie, "I do it, by myself!" as she slammed the door shut.