Remember the myth about cooking an egg on a rock? I've thought about doing it every now and then to see if it works.
Today, S saw me across the cul-de-sac and wanted to go to me. She couldn't get past the driveway because it was so hot on her bare little feet. She was crying and dancing like a hot potato. I ran across the circle and grabbed her and took her inside. She cried herself to sleep after washing her feet and then putting an ointment on them.
Tonight I discovered that her little feet just like an egg, had definately gotten cooked on the rock. My poor baby has blisters on the bottom of her feet and I now have no need to see if I can cook that egg outside. Myth busted? Nope. It's true.
3 weeks ago