Meremen came home from summer school the other day with a band-aid on her finger — wrapped in white-medical tape. The teacher said, “Meremen had to go to the clinic today . . . because at recess . . . well, she tried to catch a bee.”
I smiled and looked at Meremen who was trying to keep her lips sealed while fighting to hold back a grin. ”Why in the world would you try to catch a bee, baby?” I asked. “Well . . . ” she said, “it had landed on me once already and it didn’t bite me that time . . . and, he tried to do it again, and I didn’t want him to do that anymore.”
I think by the time school was over and she was at home the pain had worn off. But, it’s always fun to fill a ziplock-bag with ice and carry it around for the afternoon — and that seemed to do the trick just fine.
Note to self: No more catching bees.
