Sunday morning.  I'm teaching 2 & 3 year olds.  A couple of them come late with their parents and are carrying candles.  "What are those for?" I ask.  "I don't know," says a mom.  "I think they are planning to do something with them in church."  Ok, I think.  They don't expect them to be used in MY class, so I don't have to worry about them.
     Class is almost done and I text my oldest son to ask if he has made it to church yet.  (running late that day)  His answer:  "I'm here.  I'm helping clean up Rebecca.  Her hair caught on fire."
     Good grief. 
     Well, they brought her too me.  Not much hair was burned, but she smells like a charcoal grill.  They man who put the fire out was holding a small bag of ice, I think.  He wouldn't let me look at his hand.  Insisted it was ok.  Rebecca's face didn't look bad, and she said it didn't hurt.  After getting ready to teach second hour (8th graders this time), I dropped Becca off at her own class. 
     About an hour later, when I saw Becca again, she had blisters on her face.  Since one of our doctors was giving flu shots in our library, we went to see him right away.  We went in the exit door and cut right to the front of the line.      (sometimes I love being me...) 
     Anyway.  Just keep it clean and cool, and don't put anything oil based on it.  Okay.  We can handle that. She goes home with her dad to get some real ice for it.  By the time I came home (after finishing my bible study for the 11th grade girls), Rebecca had changed her shirt and popped her blisters in the process. 
     Good grief, again.
     Well, after school Becca saw our family doctor, just in case.  He gave her antibiotics and a tetnus shot (it's about due anyway).  Also a flu shot (as long as we were at it!).  Says we should keep neosporin on it and she shouldn't touch it.
     Honey, if she could control herself that much, this wouldn't have happened in the first place!
     I think I'll move to Australia.
    
    

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