Owen got his first bee sting- right on the tip of his finger- while swimming at Rugiagli.
These pics have nothing to do with the rest of the post, unless you consider the bee's mortality.
Owen has entered the obligatory dinosaur phase of boyhood. I think it started with a TV show, but he really fell into obsession when I got him an animal encyclopedia with a 20-page feature on the prehistoric creatures. I've got to get some video of him saying brachiosaurus and triceratops. Nerdiness is cute on a preschooler.
Here's the surprise (for me at least). The whole meteor-hit-the-earth-volanoes-exploded-nuclear-winter armageddon that led to the dinosaurs' extinction has Owen pondering his own mortality. I usually tread lightly around him when it comes to such matters. For example, when he brings me a squashed bug and asks about it, I'll tell him the bug's body stopped working. I guess I'm working up to distinguishing between body and soul. I don't know. I'm trying.
Here's a conversation we had while we were in Italy:
O: Mommy will my body 'top working someday?
Me: Yes, baby. Everybody's body eventually stops working. But bodies are made to work a loooong time and your body is still new.
O: Mommy? Will your body 'top working someday?
Me: Yes, someday.
O: Will your body 'top working before my body 'tops working?
Me: There's no way for us to know that.
O: Well... can you look it up on the internet?