Alexis has this skill that, frankly, I think is pretty amazing. I can't do it, so every time she does, I'm impressed. The kid can always remember what she dreamed about. If I don't ask, she will volunteer the information.
"Guess what I dreamed about," she said as we drove to school.
"What?" I asked. I learned a long time ago that guessing was pointless. Her dreams cannot be predicted by the likes of me.
"I dreamed that I got stung by a bee," she replied.
"You know bees only sting you if you bother them, right?" I asked. The kid does not naturally have a bug phobia, but some of the people in her life are trying REAL hard to give her one by panicking and freaking out and generally being wusses in front of her.
"I was bothering him. I chased the bee and he stung me," she replied.
"You know boy bees can't sting?" I asked. I don't know why I even started the detour around the point of the conversation. Stupidity, I suppose.
"Why can't boy bees sting?" she asked.
"They don't have stingers," I said. "Only girl bees can sting, but as long as you leave them alone, they won't."
"Oh," Alexis replied. "But why do only girl bees have stingers?" she asked.
"I don't know," I replied.
"Daddy has a bee stinger," she pointed out.
After that? There really wasn't much left to say.
