“Mommy, I burnt myself,” Jory informed me.
“How did you burn yourself?” I asked concerned.
“On my light, yada, yada.”
Did he just tell me that he burnt himself on his light?! How is that possible? Seriously, how is that possible?! :How did you burn yourself on your light?”
“I leaned up against it, yada yada.”
Why in the world would you lean against a hot desk lamp?! “Why would lean against it? Isn’t it hot?”
“Yes, but I was trying to get my pencil.”
“And the only way to get your pencil was to lean close enough against the lamp to burn yourself?”
He lowered his head.
I was officially done with this conversation. “Get your wash cloth and let’s put it on your face.”
Easter pictures are in three days and now he’s going to have a mark and so willt he baby.
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