I Told You So

Ever have just a bad week? You know, when everything seems to go wrong? Dylan's having one of those weeks.

Dylan has been testing his authority in the house, or lack there of. Any time I have said "No," or "don't touch," he has absolutely done the opposite. I have told him a bazillion times not to pick at his scabs. I don't know where he got the little cuts from in the first place, but he has picked the heck out of his face. I was so afraid that he would scar his face for the rest of his life, that I had to put bandaids over the scabs so that he would quit picking at them.

Then, this morning, after making his scrambled eggs, he thought he would see if I was telling the truth when I told him the stove burner was hot. I think my exact words were: "Hot, don't touch."

Three seconds after I told him that, and had my back turned, I hear him scream. He touched it.

This has not been The Dylan's week...