"Stop, no! Don't pee in the hole!!"

My friend frantically yells to her son as she bolts out of the car. "But look, I can make it in the hole," he persists, proudly displaying his aiming skills. "Stop, it's full of bees!" she explains as she yanks him from his stance and shoves him in the car, not caring that he's not finished. She slams the door shut and continues the drive up their long driveway, hoping she reacted quickly enough to prevent too many bees from entering the car. Her youngest sits in shock in the back seat next to his brother. Grandma is also speechless. Only one bee has made it in the vehicle, but her oldest did not escape unharmed. He had gotten stung numerous times and was, to say the least, a little upset about how the whole situation unfolded. He just had to pee. Really badly. So mom reluctantly stopped the car at the bottom of their expansive driveway and he got out. He happened to notice a hole in the ground so he thought it would be fun to aim at it. While he was innocently going about his business his mom heard him mention something about a hole. That's when things started getting crazy. Mom jumped out, there were bees everywhere and suddenly he was whisked away, dazed, wet and achey. He hasn't tried to pee in a hole since.