One day outside on a walk, a mosquito landed on Mason's leg. I did what I always do when a mosquito lands on me. I slapped it. Not hard, but hard enough that it wasn't going to be pestering anyone else. Then came the most surprised and shocked little face and an incredulous, "M-O-O-OM!! YOU HIIIIT ME!!!!!" And then commenced a ridiculous amount of crying.
I guess next time I'll wipe it off OR I could just do what my mom did to me and let it stay on him. When I was little and outside with my mom while she was gardening, I saw a mosquito on my leg and ran over to her so she could wipe it off of me and she wouldn't! She kept saying that I had to do it because it wasn't scary, and it was just a bug, and I was old enough to do it myself, blah blah blah. All I heard was that she wanted a bug to suck my blood. Which it did. And that was the biggest mosquito bite I've ever had in my life because I didn't wipe it off either. Touch a bug? No thank you! The fact that it was already touching me did not cross my mind. And I never asked her to get one off of me again. So... I guess she won?
