The scene opens with me thinking what a great idea it would be to start making one planned Thanksgiving recipe: Home made cranberry sauce. I enlist the three year old. He’s eagerly switches gears from his Winnie the Pooh video and says, “Sure I’ll help.”
The recipe is easy and the mixing and boiling and simmering go as planned.
Perhaps my mistake was that I let him stand to close to the oven.
But he wanted to see our cranberries transform into squishy goodness.
Our homemade recipe is a success. The hot cranberries are put in the nonreactive bowl (stainless steel is apparently nonreactive, I had to call my husband to verify) to cool down. I’ve warned him in as many ways possible, “Noah this is hot. Stand back. It’s REALLY hot. I don’t want it to splash on you. By the way did I tell you this was hot and please don’t touch the bowl. That’s HOT too.” It seems he must be understanding. He isn’t touching the bowl. He complies and stands back when I pour. The tranfer has been made safely from hot sauce pan to bowl. All is well, everyone is happy.
I look away for two seconds.
He decides he wants to touch the hot oven where the saucepan had previously been simmering. Thus begins our hour long saga of dealing with the burn on the tip of his finger. The howling and screaming and pain. And the ice water. Wait no, no ice. SCREAM!
I did feel bad for him. I am sorry to report I chuckled here and there because I am amazed at the level of drama in this child.
Thirty minutes later:
Hope this incident only educates and doesn’t prevent future cooking endeavors.
Oy Vey!
"Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint you can at it." - Danny Kaye
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I’ll bet he learned his lesson. Kyle still remembers the time he stood on his tiptoes to look at a grilled cheese sandwich on the stove and burned the bottom of his NOSE on the pan! He’s stayed away from the stove ever since, haha.
Aw, poor baby! Learned that lesson the hard way.
Poor little guy! Luckily fingers seem to be fast healers in kids!
Hope y’all have a great Thanksgiving!
My youngest thinks “It’s hot” is an invitation to touch. I think he doesn’t believe me and has to see for himself.
Poor baby! We used to make homemade cranberry sauce, it was hard work. Good job!
Oy Vey indeed! My girls love to help me out in the kitchen, but it makes me nervous. We haven’t had anything like this happen to them yet—just me. Like the giant burn scar on my forearm from where I burned it on the side of the oven. Ouch! But better me than my kids!
I can’t get over how much he looks like Kyle in this photo! I felt bad that he burnt his finger.
I admit, I had a great laugh at this. Honestly, I’m really impressed you were able to get a picture of the screaming! Every time I’m cooking or we turn on the fireplace, Sybilla insists on putting her hand close, feeling the heat, and then proclaiming, “Hawt!” a la Paris Hilton with a twang (I didn’t realize our accents were that thick!). Hope Noah feels better soon!
Oh my gosh that last picture CRACKED ME UP! Poor guy!
Vsiting from SITS. Poor little guy!