The Bee

Picking up a baby bumble bee.
Won't my Mommy be so proud of me?
I'm picking up a baby bumble bee.
Ouch!
It stung me!

Poor Eliza.
Thumb like a sausage.
She wailed.
I put ice on the wrong hand.
Then I put ice on the correct hand.
More wailing.
Couldn't hear what Addie was saying over all the wailing.
Dialed the pediatrician.
Hung up.
Eliza stopped crying.
All better.