"Daddy, today we learned about bees in science at camp," my son told me.
"Really, what did you learn?"
"Well worker bees are girls and do all the work. The boys are drones and they don't do anything, they just hang out with the queen."
"Neat," I told him.
"Daddy, are you a drone?"
"Sure, I guess so," I said, playing along.
His look became serious and he said, "That's too bad. I'll miss you Daddy."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"When winter comes, the worker bees kill all the drones and toss them out of the hive. So enjoy the nectar while it lasts Daddy drone."