Monday, August 18, 2008
While Kevin and I were enjoying a Bengals pre-season game with lovely sights, my poor middle child was dealing with pain. He was stung by a bee right by his eye! Oh, I feel so bad. Kev and I had a great time at the game and my baby was crying from his first bee sting--on his face, no less!
What's crazy is when he woke up and I asked him about it, he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about. I guess the attack didn't have a lasting effect on him. If nothing else, at least we know he's not allergic to bee stings. I'll never get the image out of my head when Macaulay Culkin was stung by hundreds of bees in the movie My Girl.
P.S. Lou must have picked something up from watching a big of the game last night: all day he's been using a rally-rag Bengals towel to "soak up sweat" from his forehead. Let's just hope that he doesn't start dumping big coolers of gatorade on top of me...but then again with the way the team looked last night he's may not see much of that this season.