Dandelions are FIERCE

Yesterday, Bean was wandering around saying over and over that she wanted me to tell her the story of "Daniel and the Dandelions."

I would have.  I really would have.  Except I had no earthly idea as to what she was talking about.

Bean's a pretty clear speaker, and she was definitely saying Daniel and dandelions. 

I kept trying to make up stories about my brother, (the only Daniel we know), running around in a field of dandelions. 

And she kept cutting me off saying, "NO!!  DANIEL AND THE DANDELIONS!" 

When I wouldn't, (rather, when I couldn't) tell her the story she demanded, she contented herself with setting up her dinosaur figures and making them run away from a mysterious spot on the carpet while shrieking "AHHH!  THE DANDELIONS!"

I really thought our summer was pretty low key.  But apparently she had a run in with a bunch of dandelions that really stuck with her.  

And then Shaun came home and said his hellos.  Immediately, Bean ran and grabbed her pink Bible and thrust it at him saying,

"Read me the story of Daniel and the dandelions!" 

Shaun and I looked at each other, puzzled.  Impatient, she repeated herself.  All at once, we got it.

"Daniel and the den of LIONS!"

She looked at us both with a completely bewildered expression and said, "Yes! Daniel and the DANDELIONS!" 

I'm just glad that we don't have to worry about an irrational fear of small yellow weed flowers.