Garrett and the crazy bee

This picture has nothing to do with this post, but I couldn't post without a picture...I just couldn't. This is when Garrett got stuck under our shelves, and I had to get him out. The reason for today's post is because of my brave boy. I go outside to call Garrett inside. He gets on his bike and starts riding across the street. I notice a bee or something is following him...but I figure it will fly away soon. But no. He gets closer and closer and I realize this bee is not leaving him alone. He doesn't even notice. He gets off his bike, and I don't see it anymore, so I am thinking "tragedy averted." But no. He shakes his little body...and I realize it is in his shirt! Long sleeved at that! I rip his shirt off of him and the bee falls out. Already dead. Garrett starts kind of whining a bit and rubbing his chest. Says he thinks the dead bee bit him, and he needs a band aid. He is definitely uncomfortable and we do all the great mom things to fix him right up. I can't believe how brave he is. This is so shocking to me, and if any of you had seen how Molly reacted when she got stung, you would know why. As a sidenote, we went to the doc about an hour later to get a flu shot, and he protested once, and then said, "Never mind mom, I will get it." When they asked if he wanted his mom to go first, he said, "No! I wanna go first!" And jumped up on the table and laid down before the nurses had turned around. What a guy. He also shared his ice cream with Molly. He kept holding out each spoonful after saying "Close your eyes...now open dem...surprise!"