One day I came home from work and noticed that my son's hair looked a little strange. I zoomed in on it and looked closely. What to my amazement . . . it looked singed!
I asked him, "K. what the heck happened to your hair? It looks like you burnt it." Sheepishly he admited that while I was at work, he was bored and so he turned on the gas burner and was experimenting by sprinkling different spices into the flame. Apparently one had sparked a little more than he had anticipated and caught his hair on fire.
My gosh, fire is so dangerous. Can you imagine if he hadn't been able to put it out? This is a mother's worse nightmare. I'm guessing he was about 11 yrs. old at the time . . definitely old enough to know better. I tell you, it was hard. I mean he was really too old to have a babysitter, yet based on this incident too young to be left alone.
About Me
- Ritamae
- Ritaville Perspectives a.k.a. Rita's Ramblings . . This blog is a patchwork quilt of disjointed memories. I always meant to keep a baby book for K&K but never did, so now I'll record some of those memories as they come back to me. I'll also record just whatever the heck else strikes my fancy.
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