Tuesday, August 25, 2009

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.

7 comments:

Gina said...

Awww poor Mark. That is exactly how I feel about bees and I have never been stung, I am terrified!

2nd CM said...

Awww... I'm so sorry Mark! I will have to tell Nathaniel about it. He’s wanting to go on a life long mission to end life ... hopefully a long one ... never having a bee sting! ... 7 3/4 years so far! You be careful! That sounds like a tough one you went through.
(And I'm also sorry that this is the last reunion story! .... though I don’t' believe it ... you'll think of something ... your mother sure isn’t' helping ... lets' see what Weezee has to say today!)

RazorFamilyFarms.com said...

What a beautiful blog you have!!!

I love your photos. Your children are lovely.

Blessings!
Lacy

Flea said...

Too funny! Oliver, when he was about 10, was stung by 3 yellow jackets. He blew it off as nothing, but every time he'd see any kind of flying insect, for the next couple of years, he'd freak.

Three times normal? Ai yi yi!

Are you sending me butter? That's too kind! And yes, our temps drop in November. :)

Nap Warden said...

Ugh...bee stings are the worst:( I hope he's feeling better...

Weezee said...

He was a bit balloonish. But, you have to admire an appetite like that. A plateful of picnic fare can cure just about anything!

He comes by that panicked, arm waving, running, screaming thing from his great Great Grandma K.

Gina said...

Sophia was asking to see pictures of Mark :)