What is this? Well, I know *what* it is, but I mean, what is wrong? Oh heck, I know what is wrong too. Something bit my baby and she is obviously allergic to it. Notice that right now she is my baby. But given that my “baby” has started showing a bit of an attitude, sometimes I refer to her by other names. This happened while she was at camp too. Luckily it was 4-H camp and having Mom there once a day led to quick medical attention.
Poor thing. I do feel sorry for her and she is being good and putting anti-itch creme on it. But still.
Of course I felt more sorry for her before she announced, in her most dramatic tone, that perhaps she has cancer. The rolling of my eyes and shaking of my head drastically reduced the amount of sympathy she got.
Oh well, life goes on.
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