We went camping.

While we were camping, Stephen, Julian, and I all got stung by a bee. Poor Julian kind of freaked out and started flailing and screaming. BUT after a hug and some mud, he calmed down and hiked with minimal complaining. In the end, I don't know that I would have wanted him saved from those bee stings. It was good for him to learn respect for nature and also to see that bee stings aren't the end of the world. I was proud of him for moving forward. I don't know if I regret getting stung. I'm screamed and flailed my arms too, but once I got those suckers off me, I felt a great sense of toughness. Not sure if my value system is all whacked out...