Yesterday Brynnly came in the house and said, "Mom a bee bited me on my hand" since she was so calm I thought that she probably got her insects mixed up and it was a fly or something that landed on her hand. And so I said, "Let me kiss it all better" And sure enough her hand was swollen and there was a red mark so I could tell that something bit her. So I said, "Show me where the bee's were?" We went out back and there were about 20 bees flying around on our purple flowered bushes (whatever those are called) Along with one dead bee on the grass. So today I was washing the dishes and I hear Brynnly yelling, "GO AWAY over and over again and then screaming as loud as she can." I go outside to check on her and she has a stick and is yelling towards the bush at the bee's. I ask her who she is yelling at and she replies, "Those mean bees that bite me."

She sure told them.