Toddling Along: Bumblebee
By
Gemsong

A/N: Janet’s turn.

Some how, this ended up being my turn to watch the Jack-Beast. Sam and Teal’c are off world on a recon. Daniel had a series of meetings with some obscure representatives of some world that’s even more obscure. Cassie is at a friend's for a sleepover. So, here I am with Jack. Unlike others, I’m not going to say ‘how bad it can it be’. I still have vivid memories of Starbucks. And no I didn’t tell Daniel in case you were wondering.

Jack is out in the garden chasing butterflies. I know what you’re thinking. Colonel Jack O’Neill chasing butterflies. I’m sitting on my porch so I can hear him. Those butterflies are a fighter squadron after a goa’uld mothership. Also known a paper airplane. The strategy is good, but according to our downsized colonel, the butterflies are wusses. The bumblebees on the other are doing a good job of being death gliders. You have no idea how weird it all sounds out there.

Jack being fairly good at the moment and occupying himself while I glance through a medical journal. I didn’t expect to hear the sound of Jack singing. He has such a cute little voice and I can’t help but listen.

o/’ I'm bwinging home a baby bumblebee. Won't my mommy be so pwoud of me.o/`

He had his hands cupped together as if he were holding a live bee. Oh god I hope not.

o/’ I'm bwinging home a baby bumblebee ….Ouch! It thung me! o/’

He shook his hands as if he were stung. I hope not. My luck, he’s allergic. I mentally review the contents of my medical bag.

o/’ I'm thqwuishing up da baby bumblebee. Won't my mommy be so pwoud of me. o/’

He’s smushing up whatever is in his hands. Is it too much to ask for pure imagination?

o/’ I'm thqwuishing up da baby bumblebee. Ooh! Ith yucky!o/’

He looked at his hands. I’m too far away to see if my hope was in vain.

o/’ I'm wiping off da baby bumblebee. Won't my mommy be so pwoud of me.o/’

There is a distinct green smear on his light blue teashirt. I am not going to cry.

o/’I'm wiping off da baby bumblebee. Now my mommy won't be mad at me! o/’

Jack came to the porch to show me his clean hands.

“Jack?” I asked fearing the worse.

He looked down at the palm of his left hand. “I think da thingeh ith thuck,” he said.

I grabbed his hand. The gods hate me. He really had a bee. The rest is smeared on the front of his teashirt. I quickly take him inside and grab my bag. Jack sat on the chair swinging his legs, It was in pretty deep so I had to dig it out. He kept perfectly still although those tears nearly broke my heart. While I was working on his hand, he sang softly to himself.

o/’ I'm bwinging home my baby dinothaur. Won't my mommy hide behind da door./’
o/’ I'm bwinging home my baby dinothaur. Ooh eee it thepped on me!o/’

At least he’s not allergic to bee stings.

Fini