Apparently this morning, O was stung by a wasp. I learned this via a text message from D. I called him to get more details, and he just explained that he had at first thought K had hurt his little brother due to the loud scream/crying. But when he came down, there lay the wasp on the ground ...
It was not until dinner tonight that I got a much more illustrative story about what actually happened.
K proceeded to tell me how he saw the wasp on the floor and knew it needed to be killed. So he went and got a tissue and then gave it to his brother (who is 3.5 years younger) to kill the wasp. Yes, big brother is so afraid of bugs, he gives the task to his 2-year-old brother. So, O, as the brave bug warrior, went right to task and grabbed the wasp with his hand.
The wasp was not a fan of being attacked. So he stung him. He got over it pretty quickly, though and became the jovial little man we know him to be. (And D properly disposed of the pest.)
Upon hearing this story, I let K know that the next time he sees a wasp in the house, he should get daddy though and not assign the bug termination to his little bro.
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