Playgrounds, Poop, and Bee Stings
August 4, 2011
Here in Washington, we take advantage of warm weather. Warm to us is 65 degrees or above, so when we are at 75+ it is a heatwave. Anyway, to take advantage of the warm weather, Loa and I headed out to a park not too far from here. Loa really enjoys this park as there is a lot of toys to play on and slides to slide down and a big field to play in.
As we were playing, I noticed Loa stopped and look at me. Then she told me to “sit over there”. She’s pooping.
Father of the Year forgot the diaper bag. Nothing to change in or out of. She’s pooping and I have to figure out what to do. Think fast super dad. Think!
We lucked out as we were the only people at the park today. I quickly dumped her diaper and pulled them back up. The poop landed in woodchips so I packed it tight in the woodchips and tossed it into the field. But this isn’t the worst of it!
To top it all off, Loa didn’t want to leave, so she had to have me “chase her” in order to leave. So I chased her in the field – far from the poop area – when she began saying “ow! ow! ow!” and grabbing her foot. Instantly I knew it was a bee sting, as I had been stung in this field a couple weeks ago. I pulled the stinger out of her foot, and we headed home so that I could google bee stings in children and things to look for.
Yikes.
Father of the Year Strikes Again.
