SO, Thursday as we were making dinner, all of us--Mom doing dishes, Dad cutting veggies for burritos, Elsie setting the table, and Evan stirring the refried beans on the stove. Elsie decides she wants to stir and proceeds to push Evan's chair out of the way. Mom hears screaming, turns, sees pot flailing in Evan's hand and burns covering his arms. Poor little boy had brushed his arm against the burner. He is the toughest little trooper. Just give him a sink full of ice water and a rock to play with and he's good.
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