This afternoon Random was stung by a bee on the foot. It was a mini-Abbot and Costello moment with the Gman, Random, Littleguy and I pondering how to remove the stinger. This was complicated due to Random's intense pain, Littleguy's crying because his brother was hurt, and Random's strong desire for no one to touch his foot. We were frying in the hot sun, trying to convince Random starting to hold him down to let us remove the stinger. Gman picked up the boy and brought him into the air conditioned house. There, now my brain can function. We return to the argument: No, you can't just leave it in forever. Hey, why doesn't he just remove it himself? DUH. Now, that was easy.
They don't always need their Momma and that's o.k. with me.
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