I've been busy in the three-dimensional world, where I am in the middle of committing an unnatural act for an academic: writing out every word of a lecture. (As weird as it is, it makes the video production of that lecture easier -- more about that in the fullness of time.) In between such unnatural acts, however, I've been schlepping the sprogs to their summertime activities.
Today, during one such schlep, the following exchange occurred.
Younger offspring: If I walk in the shady parts instead of the sunny parts, bees and wasps won't try to sting me.
Dr. Free-Ride: Oh. So, you think bees…
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