Do over

Sometimes I wish we could just call a "do over."
It's starting to get colder and the bugs are starting to find their way into our home. The other day, Jim and I are sitting at the kitchen table. The girls have run off to play. Suddenly, they run back into the kitchen yelling "a bug! a bug!" We calmly ask them to take care of it. You know....we don't raise sissy kids.
So they end up running after this bug...my two little girls trying to whack it...finally, we hear that they got it. Turns out. It wasn't a "bug". They were whooping on a bee.
Whew. Dodged a bullet there. Mark another one in the bad parenting column.