"What Do Bees Sting Me About?"

Jack got stung by a bee today while picking clover flowers for me at Mimi's house. I heard his cry and knew immediately what had happened. I've always been told that you don't remember pain...but as I watched the face of my little man, a dramatic mess of sweat, tears, snot, and saliva, deal with probably the worst pain he has experienced in his life, I DID remember...I was six years old, doing cartwheels in my barefeet on our front lawn. Anyway, while doctoring his little foot, I asked Jack: "Now, you know that this bee hurt you, but you KILLED it--does that make you feel any better?" Jack: "Yep."