It was dinner time. For us anyway, the kids had eaten earlier. Matt brought in the plates, we sat down and started to eat. About three bites in, Nate shows up on my side of the couch, with a, "What the H***?!" look on his face, holding his hand out to my face. Now, I've played this game before, so since I don't see blood, I'm looking for the poop or the booger that he's obviously presenting to me. As I'm questioning him and turning over his hand to find the horrible surprise that awaits me, his face is getting redder and redder. I'm not seeing anything, so I start asking him what the problem is. Finally he tells me.
"I burn my hand."
"WHAT!?"
"On the stove."
I took him into the kitchen and ran his hand under cold water for about 10 minutes, we put Neosporin and band-aids on him, and gave him an ice pack. A few minutes later he was starting to lose it, so we gave him some M&Ms to distract him. Eventually though it was time for bed. The ritual went fine, but he started wailing and thrashing in his bed just after Matt left him and came back downstairs. So we decided that he'd sleep with us for the night. We set him up in the middle of our bed with Wall-e running on the tv, and his hand wrapped in a towel and shoved into one of Maddie Pack-its. He passed out about an hour later, happy as a clam. A little while after that he flailed his arms and threw the Pack-it at my head. He apparently spent the night kicking Matt, and sleep-climbing on him. :) I, of course had, with great foresight, placed my body pillow between Nate and I before hauling him more to my side of the bed, so all I got was the occasional arm flail to the head. Go me! *eye roll*
So, 25 months is about the limit for being careful after you burn your hand on a stove. The blisters are all intact, so for now, he's fine. He's at pre-school with band-aids all over him...
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