Not-so-much..

Apparently my little one who explained that I'm a need and not a want (social studies vocab) had a little change of mind.

Today after I chased after a bee the size of my fist and finally killed it with my shoe, the little one said rather loudly, "I wish it stung you.. I'm mad at you. I'm so mad at you I want a bee to sting you." When I reminded him it was okay to be mad, but it's not okay to be mean... he shrugged and said, "I don't want it to kill you, I just want you to feel a prick for a minute because I'm mad at you."

That's a pretty strange thought process.

At that point I had a little one begin crying because he didn't want to "stab me in the meat with the pen". A look of confusion washed over my face. He then explained that if his mom gets stung by a bee he has to find the meat on her bum or her leg and stab a pen in really hard. Ahh.. an EpiPen. Imagine explaining that everyone does not have to be stabbed with the pen if they are stung, only people who are allergic. He didn't seem to understand.

All of a sudden I'm really thankful that I'm not allergic to bees because I'd be really afraid that I'd have eight little angry friends who stabbed me to death with the EpiPen or let the bees sting me.