What a morning. Big, big owwie: Titus stepped on a fuzzy bee and got stung on the bottom of his second toe. 15 minutes later, with popsicle in hand, he was sitting on the lawn chair watching me finish mowing when I ran over the little door-mat rug and stalled the mower. 5 minutes later he was okay enough for me to clean up the big, big mess. Again armed with the same popsicle, and now standing in the sandbox, I finally finished mowing.
Titus is now sitting on the front porch with Uncle David looking at Japanese flashcards. His little foot is puffy and red 3/4 of the way to his ankle. Thankfully he doesn't cry when he walks. And he doesn't know that a bee inflicted the damage, so he isn't afraid of bees yet - success!!!
Little tid-bits from the daily hum-drum of life ... snippets that would otherwise most likely be forgotten.
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