One day last week, zj went on the back deck to play while I made dinner.
I can see the deck clearly out the window from the kitchen, so it seemed safe.
He was playing loudly, doing important little boy things, and all was well.
Until he ran inside with a disgruntled look on his face.
"Mama, a mosquito bit me." He was quite calm about it.
I asked him to show me where. He held out his hand, which was by this point, swollen to roughly the size of a small grapefruit.
I didn't want to alarm him, as he obviously wasn't in that much pain, so I asked him to show me what the mosquito looked like.
He took me out back and showed me what was quite clearly a wasp.
It concerns me sometimes that he doesn't seem to have a complete set of working pain receptors.
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