Poor Buddy the Bee

  "Why is the bee scrumpin' the roof father?" 

  The little little boy was a middle child in a gang of kids.  The father looked down at the boy.  The boy pointed above their heads where they were working on a pass-along team to repair damaged at great heights.  The Dad surveyed the situation and made a ticking sound with his mouth.  Debated age appropriate. 

  "Poor buddy." The father said of the bee.  "Gots pollen and no place to put it." 

  "Why?" 

  The Dad unfurled the boy's tiny hand full of putty.  "We filled up the holes with this stuff." 

  Other people in the early morning launch team area tiredly watched the conversation.  Until they heard the Foreman cometh.  "I SAID don't sweat the small stuff NOT NOT DO the small stuff.  Now we're holding up the whole world!" 

  Sighs.