The story about the boy who was messing with something he shouldn't have.

OK, one last reunion story for you. So we are sitting at the big reunion, in the rain, having about as much fun as you can have with a bunch of people you don't know very well but you are related to. Mark, who had been playing with his cousin, comes screaming around the side of the building obviously in a great amount of distress. He plants himself in my lap. His father and I did a quick once over to make sure nothing was broken. Mark's cousin, Cory, helpfully told us he had been stung by a bee. Very helpful in fact because not one coherent word was coming out of Mark's mouth. With much crying, snot and tears we got him to tell us where he had been stung all under the helpful gaze of not less than 20 people. We probed for a stinger and found none. He calmed down and went on to eat my entire plate of lunch. His appetite is never affected by outside circumstances. We finished out the reunion, said our good-byes and went home.
The next morning Mark got up and his ankle and wrist of easily three times their normal size. Like scary big. Long story short we took him to the walk in clinic after the big family picture. So if you happen to see our family picture you now know why Mark looks something like a balloon.
He is better now except for the part where when he sees anything bigger than a gnat he goes into panic mode. Arms swinging over head, yelling, running in any direction as long as it's away from the offensive creature.