Yesterday morning we were making yummy popcorn on our stovetop. I just finished popping it, turned off the burner, and ran to answer the phone. While I was just hanging up the phone, (we now had a showing on our home in one hour!) Levi found the empty box of fruit snacks on the counter, climbed up the chair, and put his hand right on the burner that was still way too hot.
As a result:
two + hours of tears,
an attempt to keep his hands cool,
lots of cuddle time,
swinging at the park with Daddy to distract from the pain,
and then a hand that looked like this that night -
And now in the morning, his poor little hand looks like this.
It makes me hurt whenever I see that sad hand. He has been such a tough, sweet little guy through it all. And has been so patient using his left hand for everything. He can hold up to three superheroes in one hand now, color pictures, drag his me-me around, eat his dinner, push the chair to the sink to wash his hands, but then any time his sad hand touches something, the tears come again.
Poor guy.
Luckily, he has an older brother to help him out and give him lots of kisses and attention.
And Levi has loved that!
