The Slice: This train’s on a tight schedule

One thing about little kids is they don’t have much respect for what you’re doing right now.

Earlier this week, a friend was reading the S-R when his young son summoned him to the floor to help with a toy train.

“You can play with the newspaper later,” said the kid.

“Sting stories: “Many years ago, my husband and his two younger brothers were on a hunting trip with their father,” wrote Christine Schrader. “The youngest brother needed to relieve himself and proceeded to do so.”

Unfortunately, this stirred up a nest of flying insects. And the poor lad wound up being stung right on his you-know-what.

But that’s not the end of the story.

Since the victim’s family feared he might suffer an allergic reaction, they all hurried to a hospital.

And everyone there got to hear as a certain doctor was summoned over the intercom: “Report to the ER — boy stung on the penis.”

Linda Marler has a story, too.

“My husband was saying goodbye to friends after their ride on his combine,” she wrote.

Then he decided to have something to eat. “And a yellow jacket landed on his sandwich at the precise instant of his taking a bite. It stung his gum and he bit it. The yellow jacket went to his final rest and Martin had to take Benadryl and suck on ice cubes for the rest of the day.”

“Forward of attention: “Tuesday’s column about sports legends on airlines reminded me that I flew to Seattle last week with Adam Morrison,” wrote Debbie Mathews. “He doesn’t know I was on the flight, of course.

“While we waited in the airport, I observed him from afar (as in 12 feet away) and he was like any other passenger, until he was spotted.

“He gracefully and politely endured pictures taken with cell phones, obvious gawking and well-wishers hoping to engage in conversation.”

Mathews didn’t speak to the basketball star. But she was impressed with the way he handled all the attention, especially as it was quite early in the morning.

“Cease-fire violated: Zenita Bockstruck and her 13-year old son were shooting rubber bands at each other. Mostly they missed.

“Then I sent him in to the kitchen to get on with his dishwashing chore and I started reading a magazine,” she wrote.

Suddenly — ZAP — she got nailed with a rubber band right on her cheek.

“Ouch!” she cried.

Her son came right over, said he was sorry and patted her on the shoulder.

“But wasn’t that a great shot?” he added. “I was running and I wasn’t even really aiming!”

“Today’s Slice question: What local kid has grown the most this summer?