I swear, every time we go outside, some tragedy takes place and the kids are screaming and fighting over something. Today's tragedy came from outside the group.
I was cooking lunch when I shooed the kids outside. Less than 30 seconds from entering the yard, dd2 was screaming bloody murder and Dd1 was yelling that it was a splinter. The injured party hobbled in and flopped down onto the floor cradling her foot. At this point ds walked in and promptly dropped a glass on the floor right in front of his sister. I had to sweep the glass up before attending to my patient.
When I got a look, it was clearly, not a splinter. In a way, this was a good thing because it took no real effort to get it out. Of course, after consoling the still blubbering victim, we decided to have a little looksie under the microscope.
Ouch. I wonder who hurt more, the kid or the bee?