The boys are playing outside. They have been busy for hours watering plants, catching bugs, making trails, picking flowers, and basically having a great time. Oh, and they’ve been talking the whole time.
R — Quick! The bug is getting away!
B — It’s a wasp!
R — Put it in the bucket with the others!
B — I can’t believe I’m doing this!
B — It’s a bee!
R — It’s dead.
B — Let’s catch it.
R — It’s alive! (then, after some shuffling) There! I killed it! I saved the world!
R — Mom, look at all these ants in our tent.
Mom — There must be a nest around here somewhere.
B — We’ll catch them and kill them.
Mom — Well, just don’t get bitten.
R — We have to kill them. It’s the least we can do.
Mom — Don’t provoke these ants. Leave them alone.
B — What happens if I provoke them?
Mom — They’ll all get angry and start climbing up your feet and biting you.
B — I know what I’ll do. I’ll poke the nest with a stick and run all the way to San Diego!