My son learned a lot about bees recently. He went and saw a demonstration by a beekeeper and got to see a hive and a queen up close. He asked me if I had ever been stung by a bee and what it was like. I honestly told him that for me it’s always more of a surprise than anything. I described in detail the 3 times I remember being stung. The next day he proudly announced to his mom “I think that bee stung me!” Her response was “Oh no, you definitely didn’t get stung. When a bee stings you you will know because it really, really hurts!!!” Now he’s terrified and refuses to go outside.
Posts Tagged ‘roommates’
I never had the privilege of choosing a roommate. Some were great, some not so great. I wonder if the results would have been different if I had a say in the matter. Maybe I would have just been mad that I picked the wrong one.
Roommates are often brought up with different values. They can commonly be from a different part of the country or even a different one altogether. But still… even with that… there’s no excuse for borrowing my toothbrush. I can’t even look you in the eye anymore.