Had a bad day...

BB has had a couple of rough days. We went to the park yesterday to ride bikes. We brought some cold refreshing kool aid (cherry of course) for the bears and a crystal light for me. Well, they take off and start riding while I am still getting the drinks out of the car. A little while later, the come over to get a drink. There was a bee hanging around and decided to land on GB's bottle of kool aid. She freaked out about a bug on her drink, not even knowing that it was a bee. After getting the bee away from her drink, I thought we were in the clear. Guess what? BB starts screaming and crying. Apparently, the bee landed on his bike's handlebars and he put his hand down on the handlebars. Yep, you guessed it BB got stung on his hand! This was his first bee sting ever. The hubby and I are breathing a sigh of relief because now we know he is not allergic as the hubby's family is.

So what did BB learn from his bee sting experience? He learned that if you act pitiful enough, grandma will take you to McDonalds for lunch then shopping and she will buy you some new clothes for back to (pre)school. Do you think this could work for me? You'll see me on the local news, "Crazy local woman chasing bees gets hit by car!" Do you think my mom would have pity on me and take me to buy a new wardrobe? I don't care about McDonalds, I don't like the food there anyway, but I sure could use some new clothes!

As if that wasn't bad enough, we woke up this morning and checked on BB's week old tadpole. You guessed it, it died. I don't know why... but this house has not been nice to fish and, now, tadpoles. When I was younger, I couldn't kill a fish if I tried. So, needless to say, BB is not a happy boy today. The death of the tadpole brought up memories of Grandma and Pap's dog that had cancer and was put down a few weeks ago. This is where my day got rough. How do you explain death to a four year old? He has decided that he wants to be with God... now. Breaks my heart.