poor kiddo!

We took Matthew out to a park today to run around and burn some energy while the weather is still nice, and he wound up with a bee sting! He was picking dandelions to give to me when he must have grabbed a bee along with the flower. Poor kiddo - he cried, but only for a little bit. James got the stinger out and we kissed his hand a few thousand times to make it better. It got a little swollen but not too badly, and a little Tylenol and some kisses from his beloved Kitty (as well as Mommy and Daddy) made it a lot better. Now he just points at his hand and makes his "bug" sound (kind of a shhh noise but with your teeth closed and your mouth open) where that mean old bee stung him.

I managed to slice my thumb open last night while washing the dishes, so my hand hurts too. Not sure I'll get away with asking for kisses every five minutes, though. Matthew is happy to indulge me when I do ask, however.