Pretty much

The other day I was sitting on our deck with my 4-year-old daughter, Evelyn. She saw a bee fly by.

“What bee is that?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” I replied, “a carpenter bee, I think?”

“I mean, did that bee have a name?” she asked. “I guess bugs don’t have names,” she continued after a moment, “they’re just ‘bee.’”

“Well, maybe each bee buzzes in a slightly different way. Maybe bees can distinguish different kinds of buzzing, and that’s how they recognize one another.”

Evie considered this. “Is that true?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I’m just speculating. Do you know what speculating means?”

“It means… you’re just making stuff up?”