Shane got his first bee sting today.
Carrie and I were on a "date afternoon." Our neighborhood sitter, Meghan, and Shane were outside.
A bee decided to fly over and Shane, in his infinite toddler wisdom, decided he wanted to hold it.
He held it, all right!
The bee protested and soon Meghan had to pluck the stinger out. She said that he cried for less than five minutes before the TV worked it's hypnotic magic.
Shane's thumb is a little swollen, but that appears to be the extent of the damage. There was no crazy allergic reaction. He doesn't like me to poke or prod it, so I don't (which is kind of rude, because he always wants to poke and prod any "boo-boos" I have!).
Was the lesson learned? I wouldn't be surprised if Shane tried to pick up another bee tomorrow. He's a mix of stubborn, curious and impulsive that doesn't always equate to avoiding the painful teachable moments the first time around.
Daddy's boy!
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