My son likes to sit by open windows to watch the dust motes float in the sun light. We had a long conversation about this a couple weeks ago, because he wanted to know what they were called, and why they were called dust motes, and why he could only see them in the sun and...
Basically, he wanted to know everything.
Today, he came running out of his room, yelling "Mom! I'm watching the fuzz doots! They're flying! Fuzz doots fly, Mom!"
It took a minute to figure out he was talking about dust motes. I like his term for them better.
Fuzz doots.
...that's all.
When I was little I thought they looked like little bees. I also had a strong aversion to bees since i got stung when I was very little as well (trying to help the bug out of the kiddie pool if I remember correctly). Anyway, it eventually led to the now sort of famous/ infamous baby shoes song/routine my best friend ( though we aren't super close now, she will always hold that title because I've known her longer than I've known my younger brother) and I did as kids. It went something like:
"Baby shoes" (repeat until you get bored with saying it)
Bzzzzzzz (buzzing like bees)
"Go away bees. Go away bees." (repeat until you get bored with that)
"Ouchy, ouchy ouchy" (said while poking yourself in different places like bees are stinging you, be sure to get stung on the tongue at least once because saying ouchy while poking your tongue is just funny)
"we'll get you bees, we'll get you bees" (said while clapping hands and pretending to kill bees)
Then you continue clapping and start counting the number of bees you've killed until you forget or get bored or something, well that's all I remember of it at least.
Yes, I was kind of a strange and imaginative child (and now I'm a kind of strange and weird pseudo-adult).