Wednesday, May 23, 2007


Apparently my straightening iron resented being used for what it considered lesser purposes (see previous post). This morning, Ethan snuck in the bathroom and grabbed it, burning his little index finger. Oh, he howled. Then he seemed fine, but got absolutely hysterical on the way to school, so I'm home with him this morning. He has the wonderful ability that some kids get of sleeping off illness or injury, so he's headed into his third hour of nap right now. Hopefully he'll wake up all recovered. This morning's events have prompted me to come to the conclusion that if there is a harder physical task than trying to put Neosporin and a band-aid on the finger tip of a screaming, hurting 16 month old boy, I sure never want to have to try it.

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