Got a weird text from Mom this afternoon that I wasn't able to decipher at first. It said something about Jayke and a wasp but her texting skills leave a lot to be desired. Much of the time it's like trying to figure out the Da Vinci code so I finally gave up and just called Jayke. He was crying and told me he had been stung twice by a wasp. I immediately went into my calming, "it's no big deal, it will only hurt for a short time, you've been stung before" speech (not sure if it is calming him or me...but I do it anyway). I get him all settled down and Mom walks in the door. Game over, or I should say, game on. The crying and theatrics begin all over and are ramped up to "GRANDMA" level. I hang up. I can't deal with that mess especially while at work.
I decided to check the situation out about 45 minutes later and call Mom this time. She answers sounding all exasperated (I would imagine she is the way she lets him carry on) and tells me that they have tried putting everything they could think of on the stings and NOW he is soaking in the bathtub. (CRICKETS) Um...why on earth does a bee sting on the THUMB require a full body soak in the bathtub??? She said it was to calm him. I think sometimes she gets confused on if we are raising a boy or a weenie here. I also think the bathtub idea was to get him away from her so that she could calm herself! Again, I'm at work, I can't listen to this. I hang up.
I leave from work wondering what kind of dramatics I'm going to be walking into when I get home. Luckily, mom was gone. That was the first good news (just because he tends to be more of a drama queen around her), the second good news was that he was NOT crying, however, as soon as he saw me that chin started to quiver. I immediately told him he was fine and walked into the other room. I refuse to baby him and allow him to go into his theatrics a second time. Sure enough, about 15 minutes after I get home he is going back out to play basketball again.
A short time after Jayke is outside Mom sends me yet another of her creative texts to ask if he is okay. Just as I write her back telling her he is fine, he runs in the door holding his forehead and crying. ANOTHER wasp sting!! What on earth is this child doing to these angry wasps? Why do they hate him so? Mom didn't even believe me when I told her he'd been stung again. I don't blame her. Jeff was here and headed outside to check things out. He had a thought that maybe they had a nest in his basketball goal and the ball bouncing off the backboard was ticking them off. They fly out and see Jayke bouncing a ball, making noise,and torpedo his head!
We didn't see anything but just to be on the safe side we go buy some spray and soak the inside of the pole by spraying it in the holes on the sides. We didn't have anymore problems the rest of the evening. I think the feisty little buggers were just laying low though because they got him again the next day. This time, Oma, took no chances and put duct tape over every hole on that pole!
Two days and four stings later...the court is open again.