I made pancakes for breakfast this morning, in celebration of a long awaited free dress day at school and the upcoming weekend.
B is obsessed with cooking, and always want to help out in the kitchen – which I usually discourage, because we have possibly the tiniest, least hospitable kitchen ever. (Just ask the leaking pipe spewing water on my cabinets or the two square feet of counter space.) However, B was up and dressed (in his alligator t-shirt, because his teacher loves ‘gators), and dying to help out, so I agreed to let him help me flip pancakes…
And he immediately burned his index finger on the hot skillet. This is his first burn, and I know it hurt – although it didn’t blister up, so I don’t think it’s that bad. BUT, it was 7:15 am, and he was miserable. I got him an ice pack and apologized profusely, telling him that I really want him to be able to help me in the kitchen, but that everything is so hot! I said, maybe you can help me tomorrow – we can do something that doesn’t involved hot skillets or the stove.
He looked at me thoughtfully, and said,
I know how I can help you right now, Mommy! I can help you eat the pancakes!
I can’t believe I didn’t think of that.