Hot hands

Last night Justin learned why I am always telling him to stay away from the stove. I had just turned the stove off and pulled a pot of boiling noodles off the stove to drain. As I was over at the sink, Justin had climbed up on the bar stool and placed his hands on the still hot burner. He kind of yelped and as soon as I turned around, I knew what had happened. I grabbed an ice pack, shoved it in his hands, and gave him to Bruce and explained what had happened.

About a ten minutes later he was complaining about them hurting so I gave him some Tylenol. I couldn't really spray anything on his hands for the burns. At dinner time he just sat and looked at his food the whole time and held his hands on the ice pack. Finally when I was done eating I asked if he wanted me to feed him and of course he accepted eagerly. I feed him and then tried to convince him it was time to take a bath. He refused, and I decided I was not going to push the issue. Later that evening he was trying to fall asleep, but everytime he got close to sleeping, something must have reminded him of his hands. I gave him some Benadryl hoping that would make him tired enough that he forgot about his hands. He was still in pretty sorry shape this morning, but I told him that I was done babying him and he had to start using his hands again. I gave him some more Tylenol, but I am anxious to hear how much he used his hands today.