Busy Bodies

Mari Alice had been sitting in her booster seat for a little too long. In hindsight, I believe her feet had fallen asleep - though she had no established vocabulary for such an occurrence.

"Mom! My feet are BEEZING."

(continuing to chop veggies for the salad) "What, baby?"

"My feet. They are BEEZING so bad!"

(a couple more stalks and I'll be done...) "What sweetie? Beezing?"

(impatiently exasperated, but not enough to limit any of her grand hand motions)
"YES! What do bees do? They buzz around and then sting you. That's what's happening on my feet! What do I do? My feet are BEEZING, you know????"