"When Alli wakes up, you have a job to do in her room."
"There's a bee in there."
"YOU LOCKED OUR DAUGHTER IN A ROOM WITH A BEE?"
"No! Don't be crazy. I trapped it."
"It couldn't fly anymore, but I didn't want to whomp it with a book or something because I didn't want to wake her up. But Toby spotted it first and started freaking out. I had to yell whisper at him, but he wouldn't leave it alone, so I just put the Bumbo seat over it and carried Toby out."
"What if it escapes?"
"It could barely move. You think it's going to lift a container a thousand times it's size?"
"It could happen."
(Allison wakes up)
"Go git 'im tiger!"
"Hi Allison! Your mom left you in the room with a killer bee! But I'm going to save you! ... AAAH! THAT'S NOT A BEE! IT'S A HORNET! ... AAAH! IT'S MOOOVING! AAAH! AAAH!"
(Thump, crash, thud, silence)
"Um, how essential was the plastic tray to the Bumbo seat?"
"Was? As in past-tense?"
"You could say that."
"What'd you do? THE THING COULD BARELY MOVE!"
"Well, it started fluttering, and I thought it was going to get away, so I just started stomping."
"And you stomped on the bee and everything in its wake?"
"IT WAS A HORNET!"
"Whatever. Way to take care of the practically immobile HORNET. ... There. ... Does that make you feel better?"
"Yes. Breaking something to kill a hornet is much more acceptable."