During our picnic lunch, Jack and I swatted at the flies hovering over our food. Unfortunately, a few bees joined the party, and when Jack went to "shoo" them, one little bee stung him on his fingertip. Fortunately, we had ice packs keeping our lunch cool, so I had him squeeze one tightly until his tears dried. He's showing his bee sting, not waving, that's why he's so serious!
Many moons ago, I met a boy (really, we were just kids), and through a weird twist of fate he became MY boy...and later my husband...and then the father of my children. So, this is life with my boys--I wouldn't have it any other way!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Welcome, September!
During our picnic lunch, Jack and I swatted at the flies hovering over our food. Unfortunately, a few bees joined the party, and when Jack went to "shoo" them, one little bee stung him on his fingertip. Fortunately, we had ice packs keeping our lunch cool, so I had him squeeze one tightly until his tears dried. He's showing his bee sting, not waving, that's why he's so serious!
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