Playing With Knives

This morning started off like any other morning.  I woke up hopeful for a good day felt pretty confident since luckily I woke up before the kids and had a few minutes to myself to get woken up and relax a bit before getting ready for work.  I wake up Lauren, she’s in a good mood!  Fix my breakfast, wake up Colton and we are almost out the door and I realized that I had a Crockpot meal planned for dinner and had not yet gotten it ready.  It isn’t a complicated recipe so I thought, “Hey I will just throw it together quickly”  that was my first mistake!

I open the fridge and nothing…no chicken.  I swore I bought chicken at the store.  Oh no that’s right its in the freezer…ok no big deal it will be fine slow cooking all day.  Fine let’s go!  I read the recipe and it calls for a diced onion and as I am running around the kitchen gathering the rest of the ingredients, telling Colton to stop throwing the apples onto the floor, putting Colton into time out for continuing to throw the apples on the floor, I am trying to get this onion chopped.  I thought about it last night, honestly I did.  I should have done it.  That was the only prep work needed.

So here I am in the process of chopping the onion with my trusty chef in training beside me and I slice right through the onion and my pinky finger.  I start jumping around like a little girl and throw my finger under cool running water while applying pressure and this sweet little voice at my side says “that’s why I shouldn’t play with knives right mommy?” 

AH a lesson in the midst of my pain.  “yes Lauren that is exactly why mommy and daddy do not let you play with knives.  Knives can hurt you.” I continue to chop the onion, holding a paper towel on my bleeding finger, hey we still have to eat right?!  Again, “mommy that is why I shouldn’t play with knives.”  “exactly Lauren that is why you shouldn’t play with knives and actually this is why you shouldn’t chop vegetables in a hurry either!”

Bless her heart, all the way to daycare she talks about me cutting my finger and how we shouldn’t play with knives.  At least I know I got my point across.