The baby bee finds no greater pleasure in life than when given whipped cream. Chocolate, regular - whatever kind - puts her on cloud nine with a generous side of baby sugar rush. So, when she gets all worked up, she clenches her fists, shudders, then growls. It's a little ritual Emma's Mom and Dad have dubbed the "War Face." We tried to catch it on "film," but were not fast enough. So, we give you her "Supreme Happiness Whilst Squishing Whipped Cream Through My Tiny Fists of Fury" face, instead.
You know, I have a picture of your uncle at the same age, with the same face.... :)
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