every weekday when we come home, micah goes straight for the bees as soon as i take him out of the car. he's literally right in front of them, it makes me nervous. but i guess the bees are too busy on the ice plant flowers to notice him. he is usually bent down further with his face closer to the bees. most of the time, i have to bribe him with something to get him in the house.
notice the car in one hand. and it's time for a haircut.
''it's a bee"
micah waving to a car passing by