Last night I was prepping for dinner. Alex was "helping" me, standing on her tower just to my right. I chopped carrots and onions, and started on the celery (mirepoix!). The whole time Alex and I were having a discussion that centered around Mr. Dinosaurhead and went something like this...
A: My dinosaur.
W: Yes, my dinosaur.
A: No, my dinosaur!
W: That's what I said... my dinosaur.
A: No Papa, my dinosaurs!
W: We're saying the same words, why don't we agree? My dinosaur.
W: We're saying the same words, why don't we agree? My dinosaur.
I was trying to teach a lesson (and maybe push her buttons a little), she was getting frustrated. As my expertly honed Japanese chef's knife came down toward the celery she yelled "MY DINOSAUR!!" and hit my arm. More of a tap really. But, as it turned out, enough to make me nearly cut off the top of my thumb instead of the celery.
I cut myself cooking often... frighteningly often. Wrap it up, and move on. This time was different. It wouldn't stop bleeding. It wouldn't even slow down. Apparently the baby aspirin I take daily really, really works well. So, off to the Urgent Care and four stitches.
Other than the throbbing, it's all thumbs up now...
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Yuck - Poor you and poor Alex - both of you must have been shocked by the outcome - hope all is well now.
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