A bad day

Poor Paigey had a rotten day yesterday. It started out bad at church and just got worse from there. After church we headed to the park to let the kids play and ran into a couple friends there. They were grilling hotdogs on the charcoal grill there by the picnic tables. Paige ran right up to it and put both of her hands right on it. Now she has two giant blisters, one on each hand. We kept it cool, but she cried . . . no, screamed, for two hours. Now, as a mom, what the heck can you do about a burn. Nothing. It just hurts. We gave her a healthy dose of ibuprofren and a little Nyquil to help her sleep. She slept the whole night and doesn't seem too bothered by them today. I feel horrible that I didn't tell her that stove was hot. I didn't even think to say it. Sometimes we all have to learn the hard way. I hope you don't think I'm demented for taking pictures of it.