For about a week in June of 2014, my cousins John and Joel came east from Oklahoma. One of the days that they were in town they spent with us. They came over to our house where we played for about an hour, and then we went to the pool along with our other cousin Brendan and two of our neighbors, Josh and Ethan.
During the time that we were playing at my house I had my camera out and was clicking away. John and Joel had each taken a Nerf sword from Haydn and Ansa’s room and had found great joy in slicing away at people’s legs. It started out when John hit Ansa’s legs and she fell to the floor, playing dead. He started laughing and Joel said, “No, John! Let me do it!” They kept “killing” Ansa and then did so to everyone else as they came in. I quickly discovered that the only way to get them to stop hitting you was to fall down, as if you were dead. Even though their whacks could sometimes hurt, there was lots of laughter. Sadly, most of the pictures turned out blurry.
When the twins proved to be unstoppable, the boys fled to the front yard and flew up the tree. John and Joel ran around it trying to get them. I was on the driveway taking pictures when I saw John standing by our front bushes rubbing his cheek and whimpering. I went over to him and picked him up. I tried to calm him down and asked what was wrong. Then a thought came to me. “Did you get stung by a Bumblebee?” I asked. He nodded. I took him inside and as I carried him upstairs he said, “I got stung by a Bunglebee.” I giggled at his mispronunciation of the word. I brought him to Dad and told him the situation, asking what we could do to help it. Dad said to put mustard over the sting, so I set John on Dad’s bed and dashed off to my room. I returned with a packet of Mustard and spread it over John’s sting. Then I carried him downstairs. Once hearing about John’s Bunglebee sting, everyone stopped fighting. With all the attention on him John squirmed to be put down, and I lowered him to the ground. A few minutes later I asked and he told me he felt fine.