It burns!

Merry-go-rounds are dangerous. They scalp children.

So is sitting in the grass. Don't believe me? Ask my 4 year old.

Camden was so excited to go and watch Brody play soccer. He put on the extra shin guards, put on his tennis shoes and brought himself a ball. Even made sure he had his very own water bottle. He was s-e-t set!

Before we get to the field, my contacts decide to go bonkers. Luckily my friend's son is on the same team and so I ask her if she minded keeping an eye on Camden while I went and got my glasses. "No problem!" Super!

I head home. When I get back, I get out of the car and all I hear is Camden scream crying. You know the sound that isn't really a cry but isn't fully screaming either. He was scryming. So I hustle to get out Baby and hot tail it over to see what was going on.

I guess that he had the audacity to sit down on the grass. Only there, hidden under the grass was a huge fire ant hill. They latched onto his arm pit and the under part of his arm. He cried, but was ready to just be brave when he started to scream again. My friend  rips off Camden's shin guards and there are a couple enjoying a snack called "His Leg!!"

This is when I show up. I comfort him and we head home to make it better. How do you make that better? Those suckers hurt. Bad. Really bad. And they burn. Hence the name...fire ant. I put some cream on it and gave him some really cold wash clothes to put on the bites. It seemed to help.

All of a sudden he starts scryming again. I grab him, strip him bare and there, in his shorts, was the culprit. He had bitten my son like 15 times in two seconds. Poor Camden.

I grabbed that ant and I killed it. Then I killed it again. And just for good measure I killed it again.

You see, sitting is grass is dangerous. So is biting my son a billion times.

And so are merry-go-rounds.

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