“Ow!” I said this morning as I burned the top of my hand reaching into the toaster oven to grab the kids’ oh-so-wholesome-and-tasty pancakes.
“Did you get burned?” the 5 year old boy asked.
“Yeah, I did,” I responded through the pain.
Then spoken with what I am sure is an honest mercy (and not at all a ‘what were you thinking’-style sarcasm) the boy says, “That’s why you use THE MITT.”
