Saturday, November 2, 2013

Don't Touch!

My kids love to help me cook.  I try to explain every step with the enthusiasm of a Food Network host and they humor my endless tips.  We put together a beef stew and after a few near misses with the chopping knife, I was fairly certain we had made it through our cooking without a hitch.  But I was wrong.

We moved from stew to Sponge Bob macaroni and cheese and the boys pulled up a stool to stir and "taste test" to find out if the noodles were cooked.  I turned off the gas and lifted the pot to drain while explaining how hot the stove still is.  "Isn't it crazy that the stove looks like it's not hot anymore but it could still really burn you?" I asked as I poured the hot water and pasta through the strainer.  "Yeah, it is!" my oldest said.  But I didn't have time to react to him because my little one screamed out in pain.  He had touched the stove.

I grabbed him off the stool and started doing all the first aid I could remember.  I ran his little burned palm under cold water, held on a cold compress, gave him a little Tylenol and then wrapped the burn to keep it moist and covered.  Fifteen minutes later, he was still screaming.  

"Luke, can you call Granny?  I need her to look at Drew's hand," I asked.  I was worried that home first aid wasn't going to cut it.  I needed to know if I should take him to the doctor and, mostly, I needed some help making any kind of decision when my baby was screaming and I was swimming in guilt.  My son dutifully grabbed the phone and yelled over the screams, "Okay Mommy - What's her number?"  He dialed each number as I gave it to him then ran in the other room to talk to her.  I'm not sure exactly what he said but ten minutes later she was at our house.  I was so proud of him.

She looked at the burn and agreed that he was okay for now but that I should probably call the doctor to be sure.  It was a blistered second degree burn but he would be alright.  The Tylenol had kicked in and he was back to his pleasant self.  Suddenly, I found myself laughing out loud.

"Well, now I know that he's the kind of kid that falls prey to the power of suggestion.  He'll say, 'It's hot?  Let's try it to see if she's right!'" I said to my mom through a fit of nervous giggles.  "You'd better not warn him about the dangers of smoking quite yet!" she added giving him an extra squeeze.  And it turned out I wasn't the only one with a sense of humor about this issue.

As we drove home from the pediatrician's office the next day, the MC Hammer song "Can't Touch This" came on the radio. I joked to my little one that this song was about the stove and through giggles he sang, "Oh Oh Oh, Don't Touch That!"  I couldn't help but laugh, too.  Sometimes it's the only way.

How do you handle unexpected emergencies?  How can laughter help you to move past a scary incident?

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