“Little Man, why aren’t you outside playing with your sister?”
“Because there were so many bees, mama.”
“Oh, are there bees where your sister is?”
“No, mama! The bees came to me and I made silly faces and they just laughed at me and flew away.”
And besides, he always has his imaginary quill of arrows. He uses them to shoot off storm clouds, quietly attack jokesters, fend off mosquitoes, and repel siblings who want his toys.