thought a nasty bee and his friends. He's just too sweet not to kiss. Well, little savage insects: please do not touch my son again. I am dead serious. I know he is delectable and I threaten to eat him up myself quite often, but I never do. I never take a bite, nor do I sting, like you and another chump did. I do not appreciate it and neither did he. May you rest in peace.
(Robby's big, fat lip after he was stung in the mouth and the hand while playing in the sandbox. We found a small little hive. We destroyed it.)