Cuts and stings. It happens.
We did have a great time with our friends at the children’s museum yesterday, but the morning was not without its drama.
Just as we were packing up to leave, Adelaide came in with a gushing cut on the palm of her hand. “I fall down!” Thankfully it wasn’t deep or requiring of any stitches. (We’ve had our fill of those for the summer.)
As soon as I had finished putting a Band-aid on it and winding tape around her whole hand (do you know how hard it is to keep a bandage on that spot otherwise?!), Madeline came in screaming, holding her hand. “I TRIED TO CATCH A BUMBLEBEE!!!” And clearly got stung in the process, poor kid.
I thought she knew bees don’t exactly make great pets. Well, regardless, she learned this lesson yesterday.
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Also, our house has been much cooler. Whatever the a/c serviceman was able to clean with our garden hose on Tuesday did make a difference. It made me so happy I even put the laundry away.
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Has M been listening to that song ‘I’m bringing home a baby bumble bee’?
Chandler has been stung TWICE while we’ve been here at my mom’s. He’s never been stung before now. Weird…The summer of the bumble bees.
Glad this accident
didn’t require stitches!
My kids are terrified of bumblebees…or anything remotely resembling one. I guess the good news is that we don’t have to worry about stings. ;) I hope so anyway.
Glad you’re feeling cooler!
Always drama…even if you outnumber me in girls, we got plenty o’ tears and screams around here too.