Can I tell you a funny story? Not funny ha-ha but funny, like, is this really my life kind of story? Those stories when that naughty, three letter acronym would be so appropriate?
Today I ironed. It never happens. I'm talking weddings and Easter and anything linen. That's it.
When the kids came home from school, I felt the need to continuously remind them to 'Be Careful' when walking past the ironing board. For good measure, I threw in 'It's Hot' just in case they were not aware...irons are hot. All sure signs I do not iron with any sort of consistency, especially since they are 12, 9, and 7. Truly at this age, they should have learned it from school or cartoons, an older cousin, right?!? Irons are hot.
After an hour of warnings and reminders about the iron (which is hot), my youngest son walks past the ironing board and sticks his little fingertip directly on the shiny silver metal. His eyes got big and he pulled his finger to his chest. "Ouch, that's hot!"
Really?!? What can I say to that? The boy is 7 years old. He is one of those people who has to learn a lesson the hard way. I can warn him of dangers until I am blue in the face. But curiosity always gets the best of him.