It was Late. I wasTired. Ben was having a hard time staying focused on eating. Upon taking a drink of milk, he states "Mom, there's a bee in my milk." Mom: "Oh there is not. Just drink your milk! It's time for bed." He continues to eat and to drink. He gets down to the last swallow or two and says "Mom, I am really about to drink this bee down." I look in his cup, and sure enough, there is adeceased fruit fly. Poor little boy. That may be on the border line of child abuse: forcing a child to drink a bug.