This is the scene at my house these days, as Liam freaks out over going outside in this gorgeous weather because he is afraid of bees. Never mind that he's never been stung by one, he knows what bees like and our back yard, awash in clover, is Bee Heaven as far as he's concerned. So given that part of our plan for spring break involved getting him good and solid on his bike, which of course will require being in the yard, I had the yard-service guys come and cut the grass today.
The yard looks great, there's not a bee in sight, but Liam is not convinced.
I guess I'm going to have to revert to the mothering methods of my childhood, whereby we were basically booted to the yard after breakfast and told not to come back in until lunch, bees and other wildlife be damned.
Sigh. The ways this child finds to confound me are many and varied; they contain mulititudes. But at least it's never dull.