Ouch!

Cal got stung by his first bee (well, wasp, really) tonight. We were out for a walk and he stopped to swing on a sign which was, apparently, home to a hive. One angry wasp got him right between his finger and thumb! He sobbed most of the way home, but did take the time to wave and say hello to the cows, and pointed out that he couldn't see the tractor parked in our neighbor's barn. Other wise, between the tears, he kept saying "Naughty bee! Naughty bee!" Fortunately, he doesn't appear to be terribly allergic. Just in case, though, he got a dose of benedryl, some pain cream, and an extra bedtime story.