The other day, I took Cameron to the orthodontist -- again. I think this year is pretty much going to be spent driving to and from school and driving to and from the orthodontist. That, and paying the bills. *sigh*
Anyhoo, there is a free coffee machine at the orthodontist. Not just coffee, but a small version of the hospital coffee machine where you can select "mochaccino" and press start. Except that hospital machines drop the cup down and fill it. This little version has you put the cup down and it fills it. As I did, I thought, "Hmmm, it isn't very clear where you should put the cup . . ." and then the assistant called, "Cameron," and I turned for a moment just as the scalding hot coffee came shooting out of the machine and all over my hand. (Hazardous! I mean, shouldn't there be a label or something? 'Warning: Coffee is Hot?') So Cameron went back for his appointment and by the time I had mopped up the coffee I'd spilled all over and run my hand under cool water he was nearly done.
As we left I said, "Oh, Cameron, I really burned my hand! It really hurts!"
And Cameron pulled out a first aid kit and said, "Would you like some burn ointment for it?"
Yes. Yes, I would, and if mothering involved merit badges you would have just earned one.