a bee sting for the first (and hopefully last!) time. He slept in
super late this morning, which is unusual for him, perhaps because of
the excitement last night...
I'm sure I had more than one bee sting as a kid, but the one I will
never forget, was when I was playing barefoot on the playground
(because that's what kids did back then) and accidentally stepped on a
bee.
Damn, it hurt like hell.
But Callum's incident was far less innocent. Apparently (according to
Logan, I didn't see it), he stomped on the bee first.
And THEN, he decided to touch it.
Why? To make sure he killed it maybe? Who the heck knows.
I just know boys are so crazy different from girls most times. Girls
innocently skip around a playground, blissfully happy, basking in the
sun, swinging on the swings, then ouch!
Boys stomp and scream and throw and yell and crash and poke and
AHHHHHHH!!! MOMMMMMMMYYYY!!!! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!!!!
At least, that's how it plays in my mind. ;-)
I quickly pulled the stinger out and rubbed an ice pack on it for
awhile until I was sure it wasn't going to swell up and need a visit
to the ER. He promptly forgot all about it by the time we got home and
then, as you can see here, slept like a baby. :)
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