A bee ...

    Last night at midnight, my daughter had a nightmare and cried very miserably. Actually, she often dreams and cries at midnight, and I always ask her the same qusetion, "What happened?" There is usually no response, but this time it was different.
     "It's a bee...," my daughter cried to say. "A bee? What happened? Is it following you? Or is it pursuing you?" I asked. "No!!!" she screamed. "Then what happened? Did it bite you?" I continued to ask. "Yes!!!" She cried very miserably. I tried to console her, "The bee is friendly. It will not bite anybody...,"  but she shook her head and said, "NO NO..... ." So I changed my way, to make her stop crying and sleep tight. "Ok, this bee is not a good baby. So mom beat her little buns. Is it ok?" I asked. "OK!" my daughter said and stopped crying. The story is -- she always said, "I am a good baby. Mama and papa never beat my buns. The disobedient baby should be spanked." Children always say cute and silly things.
    This was first time that she could tell me about her dream. I am happy we can communicate with each other more from now on. At least I know why she cries. Today, she is just two and half year old.