"We're not going anywhere, honey.  You have hives."

"Mom," the kiddo says laughing, "I don't have hives.  That's where bees live."

I laughed with the kiddo, but my worry still manifested in checking her entire body every fifteen minutes or so.

We went through this to a much greater degree about a year ago.  She broke out in hives all over her body.  They'd appear, and then disappear, and then others would appear in a new area.  We couldn't keep up.  We rushed her to urgent care, learned that these magical spots were hives, and we treated her with Benadryl (one dose every 6 hours for 24 hours). 

Thankfully I caught her outbreak early yesterday.  She had a mass of them on her thigh.  Today she has the scratch marks from tearing at her itchy skin, but no more hives. 

I do wish I knew, though, what her allergy is.