Today Gordy fell down onto a rock while riding his scooter and the result was a huge, raw, raised strawberry on his okole cheek. While trying to distract him from the crying, I was asking him what kind of hurt he was feeling (i.e. throbbing, stinging, etc.). He stopped crying for a minute and asked what stinging felt like. So, I told him that it felt like the time he was stung by a bee on his finger and he had no recollection of the incident. I searched the blog to find a posting about it, and nothing... bad mom. So, here's the belated story of Gordy's 1st bee sting:
Sometime between the ages of 3 and 4, a sad kiddo with his bottom lip out past his nose came running into the house to find me. He had his pointer finger held high in the air and he was crying telling me that his finger hurt because "a bit bit me". Once we got some ice on his finger, he was finally able to tell me what happened. Apparently he watched a bee fly through our open front door into the latch plate where is seemed (to Gordy) to be stuck. So, being the bee lover that he is, he stuck his finger in there to help the bee get out, at which point, the bee stung him.
Thankfully, he still loves bees (and most other creatures), but he was a bit weary of them being on him for a while after the sting.
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