Honeybee

Chapter 2

"Why are we away from home a lot? Mama?"

"If that restaurant is open before 7 am then maybe I can...huh?" I was caught off guard by my son. I thought he was asleep just a moment ago? "Well, honey, you know why mama calls you 'honey'?"

"Vincent is...yellow?"

"Because mama is like a bee, and bees are always busy so they can help with honey, because honey is very important to the bee!" Vincent looked like he understood for a moment. "That honey is money. You know what's money?"

"For icecream!"

"It's not just for icecream. Your toys? I need money to get toys. We need money for everything, like how the honey, bees use to make wax for house"  I'll admit, I'm not sure if this is age appropriate talk, but it seems like Vince is following well.

"Huh? But honey is food? Is honey use...for house?"

"I think we'll talk about that next time, Vince"

"...Mama? Why do you say I'm 'honey?" Right...I didn't explain that to him yet. Man, I should really plan out what I say before I talk. "Well...you see, Vince-" "Am I a food?" Vincent looked down at his arm, and I knew exactly what he was planning to do. "No, it's because...honey is sweet. We use our 'honey' to buy a sweet life...for a sweet-"

"Chomp!...ew I'm yucky"  I chuckled a bit. "That's why we don't eat people...usually"

The train stopped at our destination, so I picked up Vincent. "Do you want to hold mama's purse?" Vincent nodded and carried it like he would a puppy. Hm...maybe we can get a pet one day. Oh but I'm too busy, and I don't think I have time to teach Vince how to take care of one yet.

"Mama? What is this place?" Vincent asked. "We're going to eat breakfast here. What do you want to eat?" My son stopped to think for a while, deep in thought, taking his time to answer "Egg! With ketchup!"

"Alright then. Two ketchup omelets"

The breakfast was fulfilling, and Vincent was happy to scarf down his food. I wiped the ketchup on his face, but wasn't messy on his hands.

I wanted to leave Vince in the lobby, but I brought him into the studio anyway. He's energetic, sure, but he can stay in the changing room with his crayons. "Mama! Mama! I draw a purple!"

"A purple?" Vince proudly showed off his drawing of a...purple. "Good job, Vincent! That's a wonderful purple" Ah, the smile on his face is priceless.

"Jezebel?" I turned my head to find the photographer. "Oh, Mr Cadogan!"

"Oh please, you know me, just call me Avery. Long time no see?" Our moms used to be in the same Multi-Level Marketing scheme and we'd constantly talk shit about the business when our moms were in meetings, wasting their money. "Haha yeah. I'm surprised your mom actually let you take photography courses"

"Oh no, I'm in debt"

"Oh damn. Well, can't say I'm surprised" Avery shook his head. "Nope, it's very predictable, really. And now she's asking if I can do her pictures for free"

"Are you serious?" "I'm dead serious"
Wow what a bitch. "I bet she's just gonna post them on Facebook and pay you in 'exposure'" I said. "As if exposure is gonna pay the bills"

"Sir! The lights are ready"

"Ah yes. Now, shall we get started on those photographs?"