Bee-hind, Take Two

Like Mother, Like Daughter. Chase is following in my footsteps. Mis-steps. Or perhaps I should say mis-sits.

Factoid 1 [that you may or may not know] : The summer I met Mark, we worked together at Sunny Lake Park. One day, I sat on a bee. The guys at work then dubbed me 'Bee-hind.'

Factoid 2 [that may fall in to the category of 'too much info]: Yesterday, Chase sat on yellow jacket... on the toilet seat.

While Chase was weeping and wailing [and there was A LOT of WAILING], Mark piped in: "Guess what Chase? Mommy used to have a nickname. Bee-hind. Now you can too!"

Ah? Is that supposed to be some sort of consolation? You just never know when the past is going to sneak up on you and... sting you on the behind.