Bee Sting.

Our little man was stung by a bee this afternoon in our pool. He'd jumped in to swim and not seen a bee floating in the water. Our big boy tried to warn him but it was too late and our little man sustained a sting on his armpit, the stinger piercing through his rash top to the skin beneath.

The boys were terrified and there was a lot of blood-curdling screaming. Thankfully, we managed to calm them both down and Papa easily removed the stinger with tweezers. 

"Thank You that I didn't die after the bee sting," was our little man's prayer tonight. A little melodramatic but perhaps an indication of how terrified he was. 

The first one in our family to be stung by a bee, he wears it as a figurative badge of honour now, after his siblings bestowed the honour upon him after. 

What an evening!