So last night my nephew Kohl was stung by a wasp at Bible School. They were playing outside and it just sort of happened. Knowing him, he was trying to pull its wings off or something and it just defended itself. Of course, he couldn't stay at Bible School with a swollen arm, so I took him home. Not 5 minutes after I got back (after a 15 minute drive both ways) my other nephew, Noah, came out of his class crying. Some badly behaved child threw his Bible at Noah, cutting him above and below his eye, and across his nose. I really, really hope it doesn't leave a scar. He was trying so hard not to cry, but it was obviously very painful. So I took him home then, and insisted on taking Hannah with him because I didn't want anything to happen to her. It seems my sister's kids were marked for injury yesterday or something. Two out of three... the odds were not in her favor, wouldn't you say?
So there was drama last night. While I am really enjoying the experience of teaching Bible School, I kind of wish I could go home tonight and watch TV, or play The Sims, or both! Or sleep. Actually, that sounds best. What I really need to do is go home and write. I'm so behind on WriSum it's not even funny! Maybe this weekend I can catch up a bit. I don't have any plans, so it's possible.
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