I am sitting here trying to think of something interesting to share with you. My mind is chirping crickets at the moment.
Life is good down here on the farm.
Oh yeah, except for the fact that I am a terrible mom. Eli was humming along next to me while I started to try to sew something. Sewing requires an iron. And I had the basketball game on (my condolences to all you poor cougars out there...boo hoo for you) and was checking the score.
Yep, you guessed it. {Insert a blood-curdling scream here.}
Irons are hot, by the way.
I hadn't really reviewed that concept with him. I gave him no explanation or warning. I guess I just wanted him to do the hands-on method for learning this time around, which I really wouldn't recommend to any other mom out there when you are trying to teach the "hot" concept. My poor little guy. I felt really bad. He was mad and sad and berated the iron quite a bit. It was a naughty iron.
I totally agree.
Hmmm....I guess I did have something to write about after all.
2 comments:
I hope he wasn't burn to badly. Irons make me nervous!
Aw, poor little guy. Hope he's ok.
Don't beat yourself up too much. We've all been there in some form or other.
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