Oh, how I love this child! My Nina, if something is going to happen, it will happen to her. She is outside playing with her sister - well actually I think they were on the swings reading - but still together nonetheless, and the next thing I know she is in the kitchen holding a piece of ice on her leg (upper thigh) and almost in tears, "Mommy, something bit me and it hurts realllllllly bad, oh my gosh, what could it be, oh look, it's swollen and red . . . . "
Being maternal and all, I say, "Nina, did you see it, was it an ant or was it something flying?"
"I don't know, but it reallllllllly hurts, oh my gosh it's really swollen and red . . . "
"Nina, why don't you take off your pants and make sure it's not still in there." (she had on knee length shorts)
*sniffs* "No, I'm o.k., I told Aly something bit me and she told me to come and tell you." *sniffs* You can see Aly is a big help here - she probably didn't want to get off of the "good" swing and risk losing it.
"OH MY GOSH - real tears now - OUCH, look more welts mommy and they BBUURRNN realllllly bad! Please help, please."
Me, now kinda yelling, "Nina, take your shorts off right now."
And she does.
And a wasp flies out.
And we both scream.
And run.
Away.
And now Jim is yelling, "Where did it go? Great, now we live with a wasp!" He said that, I am not making it up.
Needless to say, she had three nice sized welts on her leg and the whole area was red. I gave her ibuprofen and claritin (I'm not sure why the claritin, I was just feeling maternal.)
And luckily, not long after this debacle, we found the wasp and Jim smashed it, and now we don't live with a wasp anymore.
Whew!
And people ask what I do all day.