ok ... I was gonna keep this to myself but since I suffered for it this morning I thought I'd share. About a month ago Lucy was messing around on my bed. My bed is basically two mattresses on the floor shoved up into a corner of a sunroom turned bedroom. She kept trying to shove her feet down between the bed adn the wall which resulted in her needing help and me getting irritated. Finally I said, Lucy don't stick your feet down there, you never know what might be down there, I don't want you to get hurt". Lucy says: "maybe there are bees down there" and I DID NOT disagree with that thought. So for a month she's steered clear of the edge of the bed, laying nicely next to me and I've felt a little tinge of guilt but again, I never said there were actually bees there ... I just didn't say there weren't. Fast forward to this morning ... 6:45 am, Lucy screams from her bedroom "no no no MOOOOOMMMMMYYYYY" I run in there, she claims she heard bees buzzing.
Diane, can we borrow money from Irmao and Wendims therapy jars???