Last night my 6 year old did something that I would dare say almost every kid has tried. She put her finger on the hot stove burner to see how hot it really was. You can tell them over and over not to touch it, but she's just like me and has to question everything and find out for herself if what she's told is really true.
And so this morning, she has a large blister on her little finger.
It was high trauma and drama in the household last night. I was afraid the neighbors were going call the cops, as her high pitched screams caused dogs in the neighborhood to howl. Thank God for Ziploc bags and chipped ice. This morning, no pain, but the big bubble which will impede her from the things a 1st Grader does with the pointer of their dominant hand. No doubt she will be the hero of the classroom today as she shows off her first war wound of the year.
God, I love being a mom!