Yesterday we found out that Landon has not inherited my allergic reactions to bug bites. And also his isn't worse than mine either.
We went to my sister's house to cook a brisket and he was walking around outside barefoot. He and a bee got into it, and I actually was close enough that I pulled the bee out of his toe. It was the piggy that got no roast beef. I also happened to be carrying my Benedryl spray, since I had gotten bitten by an ant a little bit earlier, so the Benedryl spray was on it within 5 seconds.
We then spent the next 15 to 20 minutes (or years, depending on who you ask) telling him that we knew he didn't want that bee anymore. And finally, the cure for a bee sting? A tube Popsicle. Thank goodness for Brianna!
The sting is virtually non-existent today. My ant bite is about 4 times the size it was yesterday. Not that anyone cares.