Audrey's got this thing lately with bandages and Band-Aids - every time she bumps or scratches or otherwise hurts herself (and this happens to toddlers alot) she needs to put one on her owie. Her latest trick was to use a whole bunch of Band-Aids to create a cast on her wrist since two of her friends at school have recently had casts. (I remember when it was cool to have a cast in school too.) She used the whole box for that so last night, when she wanted to put a bandage on her finger, there were none left. Naturally this made her mad so we improvised by using some Kleenex and medical tape. We even applied some Neosporin first to add some more seriousness to it all.
In this particular case it was more serious than in most - she had been helping in the kitchen and momentarily touched a hot pan, so she does have a very small blister on her finger. We were chatting last night about it and I asked her if she knew about when Mommy burned her hand.
"Oh YES," she said. "Grammy told me."
"What did she tell you?" I asked.
"WELL," she said, and then smacked her lips to prepare for her explanation. "When Mommy was little she was helping Grammy in the kitchen and she put her hand on the glass window of the oven. And it was really hot so it got stuck on there and Grammy had to yank her off. And THEN she had to have surgery."
"Ouch!" I said. Audrey had told the story correctly. As a parent I can't even imagine what that must have been like.
"Yeah," she muttered. "She got 30 degree burns."
