Miss Bee is an active soul. There’s little time for stillness. Instead she’s climbing, reaching, grabbing, pulling, opening, scaling and general gung ho zealous adventuring . She’s a match for Shrek. She wouldn’t blink twice to cross that suspended bridge over lava. Actually, if I barricaded it off with a 20ft pool fence and a guard dog she’d be half way over the bridge in the time it took me to put a towel in the washing machine. If I dare say No she’ll throw herself onto the flimsy rotted wood like a tortured fairytale creature being denied access to treasure. To her the dragon is treasure. Scaling the tower is treasure. Sitting nicely playing blocks is not a treasure.