I have two daughters, aged 3 and 4, and this past weekend we took them on their first camping trip. We only stayed one night but they had a blast.
4 or 5 weeks ago my oldest daughter got stung by a wasp while she and her sister where taking a walk with Mommy. It flew up her her shorts leg and stung her 5 times before my wife could get her shorts off and kill it. Even thought the incident happened over a month ago my daughter still talks about it as if it occurred yesterday or today. Often when I come home or call from work she’ll say in a very serious tone, “Daddy, you know I have five wasp stings.”
So as we’re backing out of the driveway this past weekend I say, “Are you girls ready to go camping?” and they both excitedly yell “Yeah!” Then my youngest daughter offers up the following statement: “I sure hope I get stung by a wasp!” I thought that I must have misheard her, so I asked if she meant she hoped she didn’t get stung by a wasp. But she stuck with her first statement, “No, I want to get a wasp sting.” I told her that wasp stings really hurt and that she really didn’t want to get one. Her reply to this was, “Well, maybe a spider bite would be OK.”
I had to laugh that it appears that getting bitten by a bug seems to have become a badge of honor to my daughters.
While we were at our campsite the same daughter fell down and got a pretty good gash on her knee. After a few tears and Mommy cleaning the wound, she ran over to me and exclaimed, “Daddy! Look at my knee!” I looked it over; “Hmmm, that’s almost as good as a wasp sting, huh?” My daughter tilted her head up and a serious, thoughtful look crossed her face; then after a moment she smiled and said “Almost.”