So I return home to a bunch of chaos in the kitchen. My sisters are ducked off laughing about the commotion. I peek over and my mom is huddled over my dad. He has a towel folder under him and she has several in the near vicinity. She also has hydrogen peroxide, q-tips, and other random tools. At first, I was really worried and thought the girls were being mean.

That was until I heard…

My dad claimed that a bee flew into his ear. He had a face of stone, so I guess he couldn’t be kidding. He kept saying he could hear a buzzing inside, I couldn’t help to bust out laughing. I just kept thinking he had lost it. I mean it was a great laugh. One I’ll never forget, that’s for sure.

I never found out if the bee was legit in his ear. BUT WHY SHOULD I? I will forever be content with the idea of it in there in the first place. Was it trying to get wax? Was the bee drunk? I could go on and on, til the laughter brings tears.