I was pouring hot water out of our teapot this morning when the lid came off and my right hand got scalded by steam. I’d post a picture but it doesn’t look half as bad as it hurts, and I don’t want to look like a wimp.
I’ve spent much of the rest of the day doing Lamaze breathing (something I never used in childbirth, but often in regular situations), slathering aloe vera from our new-just-this-morning plant (we named her “Vera”) all over my fingers while trying to explain the intricacies of cacti to Lia–as well as define and describe “gel”, and trying a variety of other cooling methods. I really scorched it. Even now, four or five hours later is still burns like…a burn.
But as I was one-handedly drying and putting away the lunch dishes (Amelie was already down for a nap and that freed up my usable hand), I remembered a few of the funny things Lia has said recently.
Conversationally. “So, Pappie, how’s your nation?”
“Mommy, I’m going to be four and I’m going to graduate to Olive Garden.” It took a minute or two to realize that next week the 4 year olds in our Sabbath School are graduating to Kindergarten. Hahaha. I wouldn’t mind graduating to Olive Garden.