Oh, sure, he looks pleasant now, but remove that soother and we'll see what he has to say. He got in a fight this morning that he wasn't going to win. It serves him right for trying to cook when he should just be enjoying the results. Whatever. He's a big boy. Let him fight his own battles. He can take a "beating" and be just fine.
Mommy was baking cookies today in our half-dismantled kitchen with her two little helpers. The oldest helper isn't so little anymore, and he was at school. Aslynn and Judah stood on the chair and watched while Mommy got out all of the ingredients and such for making the cookies. Aslynn dumps something in here, helps a little there, and Judah is starting to feel a little left out. "Why, all I ever do is taste the beaters!" thought Judah.
Exhibit A: Hand Mixer and The Beaters
Instead of just licking the beaters, Judah grabbed them with both hands. One hand on the beaters, the other on the trigger. Beaters turn, in goes the hand, they jam, we scream, Aslynn starts crying, little boy tries to shake the beaters off, and chaos ensues. Faith unplugged them and tried ejecting the beaters, but he had jammed his hand in far enough to bend them a bit. She did get the hand out though, and made sure nothing was broken.
Exhibit B: Beaten Hands
These things should be designed with a reverse switch or something. I always imagined someone getting their tongue stuck in there because they were being silly, but I never thought our one-year-old would grab them like that. Anyway, Aslynn cried more than Judah did. He refused to put ice on the injury. Typical male. He's okay, and using the hand just fine without a whimper. The culprit is now on the shelf awaiting trial.
Exhibit C: Culprit Disarmed
All this, and we forgot the last pan of cookies in the oven and turned them into hockey pucks. Oh well. At least we have three dozen and a little boy who's fine.
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