Not Wanting to Get Stung By a Bee...

My three year old came in from our apartment's brick-paved patio, announcing she had killed a bee. When I asked her how, she told me she killed it with chalk. When I went outside to see, I saw there were twenty pieces of sidewalk chalk here, there, and everywhere, and that the bee had a pink chalk stripe across its back. "Can you show me exactly how you killed the bee?" I asked. "Oh, sure," my daughter said. She picked up a piece of chalk and, grunting like Martina Navratilova, hurled it at the ground. "Like that."