I was serving a sizzling, cast iron skillet of fajitas to a table of
Mom, Dad and their two kids [ages 3 and 4].
The table was round and the kids were sitting across from the
parents.
Using an oven mitt to set down the scorching black handled pan
between the parents [as they were sharing] I said, firmly, “Please
leave this here. It is incredibly hot and I don’t want the kids to
touch it.”
Pleasantries all the way around – I turn to leave. I am two steps
from the table when I hear a blood curdling scream.
I spin around and lil’ Petey is clutching his hand screeching.
His mother had taken a stack of napkins to wrap around the very hot
handle and moved the skillet to the middle of the table.
Dunking the lil’ boy’s hand in his Mother’s ice water [the parents
were frozen] I inquired why she would move it within reach of her
small children when I specifically asked her not to?
Her reply? “Well it was more convenient for me and my husband to eat
from in the middle of the table.”
- Skippymom
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