Dear Husband and I were getting ready to attend curriculum night at oldest' school Thursday night. A first for us..not the curriculum night (although I suppose that, too, is a first) but the fact that we were both going to actually attend a meeting together. My parents came over to babysit. Mom asked for tea. Boys were in jammies, ready for a fun hour with grandma and grandpa before bed. We were all ready to go. Until....screams were heard. Retched screams. Youngest must have been reaching for something on the table (where I stupidly put the boiling hot cup of tea) and it spilled on him. I immediately went into panic mode while Dear Husband, thankfully had the sense of mind to bring him up into a cold bath. Oldest was crying..terrified of what just happened to his brother and I think even more scared that I told him we needed to leave to go to the hospital. 2 1/2 hrs later, 4 almost fainting spells (mine), 2 doses of morphine (youngest's) we left the ER covered with second deg...
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