Red Alert!

"Ummi! Red alert! Red alert!"

I turned away from the computer. The first thought that gushed through my head was a 9/11.

"H got stung by a wasp on the neck!"

"Where is he?"

"Putting his bike back."

He was stung on the head behind the ears but I couldn't see it because it was where his hair was. I quickly googled wasp stung, and applied baking soda paste on his sting site.

When hubby came back, he mimicked H's screaming. From the laughter, I guess it was pretty dramatic and funny, H-style.

"So how did he wail again?" I asked them.

"It's not funny," said N.

"Oh, why not?" I asked.

"Because he fell on the floor* and he's hurt."

"He fell of the last rung and then jumped on the bench Abi was sitting on and screamed."

"Then Abi held his hand to look at the sting."

"So did he cry?" I asked.

"Yeah, he cried."

By the time he got home he wasn't crying anymore though.

I looked at the spot where he had held the baking soda paste on and said,

"H, your head's white!"

"Ayy! I'm an Amewican!"

*Laugh*

*floor means ground