Winnie the Pooh makes them seem so friendly...

Today we were all outside; Daddy was working on the lawn and I was grabbing things out of my car. KK was in the garage sitting on her bike (we could see her, we didn't let her play in there alone of course). Suddenly she started shrieking and crying. Daddy and I both flew to her but couldn't tell what was wrong - she was still next to her bike and there wasn't anything around her. Then it appeared. A big fat ugly bee was crawling out from between her chubby little thighs. Mean ol' thing had stung her! She handled it like a champ - better than her Daddy did when he got stung a couple of weeks ago. She only cried for a minute, and then spent the rest of the day saying "Bee! Bee sting you??? Bee! Sting!" while nodding her head briskly with eyes wide. And all of her books made her believe that bees were so cute and friendly. Reality can be so cruel.

Here is a happier picture. Pigtails or airplane wings? Hmmmm...