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[Assumes she spits out be after it stings her cause who wouldn't.]

Are you trying to eat bugs again?

[SHE IS FAMOUS FOR SOMETHING! but sorry, Adam, she can't speak -- she's too busy wailing]

[APPARENTLY SHES FAMOUS FOR EATING BUGS. Oh god, crying child he's flailing internally.]

See that's what you get for eating bugs.

[See this is why he'd make a horrible dad, he has no sympathy. :/]

[lmao this isn't going to stop her from sobbing even louder, Adam, in fact it fuels it]

[Omg, he can't just leave a crying child, because the crying is more annoying the child itself. But omg its been a really long time since he's held a crying child, like a really long time, so he picks her up all awkwardly. But not before removing his suit coat so her tears of childhood don't ruin it, yeah that's right. ]

Come on now, it can't be that bad...

It owie!

I'm sure it does, you ate a bee, what on bloody earth compelled you to eat a bee!?

Yummy.

Was it really that yummy and really all that worth it?

Oh, sweetie. I bet that hurt.

[kneels in front of her]

Can I look inside your mouth to see if the stinger's still in there? If we get it out, it'll hurt a little less.

[opens her mouth slowly, wailing louder because OW]

[looks inside and sees the stinger]

There it is. I'll have it out in a minute.

[carefully removes before trying to think of how to stop it from hurting too much]

Do you like slushies? The ice will make your mouth feel better.

[nods, sniffling]

[hands her a cherry slushie with a tiny spoon to eat it with]

There you go, sweetie. That'll make you feel a little better. Maybe from now on you should only stick to eating little girl food like animal crackers.

[omg, comes running as soon as he hears her cry] Oh, Mollykins, what happened?

OWIE!

Uh oh... Where's the owie, baby? [checks her for bumps, bruises and cuts; he doesn't think she'd eat a bee, so he doesn't check her mouth!]

Miriam Gray, I forbid you from eating any more bugs. If you do it again, you will be grounded without your toys.

[sighs and kneels down to her level] Now come on, open up so I can look.

[so did not hear his threat, was crying too loudly! however she does open her mouth, which only causes her to wail louder cause OW]

*she's a mommy - sympathy comes before yelling when there's pain, so she opens her arms* Come here, sweetie.

*Pouts* You're only supposed to eat them dipped in chocolate sweetie

*Kneels offering a hug* Come on, let's go see if we can get you a popsicle, it's help the owie go away.