The kids always go play outside when my oldest gets home, it’s what they like to do best in the afternoons. I usually use this time to straighten the living room and start making dinner. Its a nice bit of peace when they actually cooperate.
Today we decided to spice it up a bit. I saw the 2 and 3 year olds crouching down in a patch of clover, and figured they were picking some to bring me. They love to bring me ‘flowers’ as the decomposing remains all over my kitchen counters will attest to. The hubby had called and I was talking to him when all of a sudden Gabrielle runs in saying “Mommy, Mommy! Damian!!” I didn’t hear any crying so I figured he’d stepped in dog poop or something, it happens from time to time with 2 furry monsters living here. He comes up to me looking concerned but with not so much as a single tear, and shows me his hand, with a bee stinger planted deep in one finger near the palm.
How did this happen?? He grabbed the bee and wanted to hold it.
I need to have a talk with him about the differences between lizards and bees.