OverheardPosted: August 1, 2008
L was stung by a bee at the pool in our apartment complex the other day. She cried and cried and screamed and cried some more. We came home and put her in a warm bath. She was still crying when I pulled her out and was helping her get dressed. This is our conversation as I tried to console her:
Me: Beekeepers (the guys who bring us yummy honey) get stung all the time and I’ll bet they don’t cry.
L: But I’m only four!
Me: Yes, I suppose it’s understandable that you can cry when you’re four.
L: And I’m going to set a World Record!
Me: Yes, if anyone could set a world record for crying, it would be you.