Last week Angry Husband was home, because it was his day off.  Angry Kid got out of kindergarten and was hanging out in the front yard, with Angry Husband and a friend.  All of the sudden, I heard screaming and came out the front door.

I saw Angry Kid running from our side yard, with what appeared to be a swarm of bees flying around him.  I then heard Angry Husband screaming, “run run run”.  I had no idea what was going on.

Apparently, Angry Kid had accidentally stepped on a nest of hornets, which was on our lawn buried a little.  When he stepped on the nest, they came flying out.  Angry Kid got stung on his right hand.  My husband freaked out a little, because he (Angry Husband) is allergic to bee stings.  Angry Kid has never been stung before, so we were unsure if he was allergic or not.

Angry Husband finally got the kid to calm down so he could look at his hand.  He was able to get the stinger out.  Since, they were already on their way to lunch, Angry Husband went into the kitchen to give some ice so that they could go.  Because things like food are very important to the men in my house.

I thought my husband was going to return with a bag of ice, or maybe even vegetables to use as an ice pack. Nope, my husband handed my son a can of Dr. Pepper and told him to hold it.  My son got stung in the palm of his hand.

We had to explain the random Dr. Pepper at the restaurant, but it made for a good story.  When the Dr. Pepper was no longer cold, and my son’s hand felt better; the Dr. Pepper was pushed aside.  I grabbed it and exclaimed, “this is like liquid gold to me, do not leave my precious Dr. Pepper, I can still drink this when it is cold again.”

P.S. My son was not allergic and is fine now.  He loved telling all of his friends about his hornet sting.  And you know, he told the guy at the pool about the hornets in our front yard.  He thought my son said, “whores”.