In the interest of journalling about all my littles’ cuts, bumps and mishaps, here’s another installment of Miss Q’s Misadventures.
Last night, at dinner, along with being over-tired and getting mixed messages from her well-meaning but clearly not on the same page parents about what she needed to taste on her plate before getting dessert, Miss Q wanted to blow out the candles her Granny had added to the table for ambiance.
Once everyone had finished eating, to brighten her mood, I slid one of the candles (a tea light sitting atop of a long lean candle stick) towards her. More worried about her long Repunzel-esq hair catching fire, I didn’t even think to give her directions on how to go about blowing out said candle. At four, you figure they’ve been to enough birthday parties that candle blowing is second nature. Wrong.
Miss Q blew the tea light from the side, and when nothing happened she changed positions and blew down into the candle, like blowing bubbles for swimming lessons. This resulted in a volcano of wax that erupted everywhere.
There are certain moments in a mum’s life when your child’s screams stop your heart. And even at 41 weeks pregnant, with a Goodyear Blimp for a belly, you can deftly scoop your four-year-old who’s the size of a six-year-old, carry her briskly to the shower, and dump her in without winding yourself. (Under non-adrenaline circumstances, standing up from a couch causes you to pause.)
Miss Q had wax burning her hands and face – including her cheeks, up her nose, her forehead and left eye. She also had wax blobs solidifying throughout her Rapunzel-esq hair.
The cold shower helped to freeze the wax so it peeled off her skin easily, and by the light of morning, her face bares no ill effects from a wax treatment some would pay big dollars for.
Her left eye, however, is still under scrutiny by my husband and I. She just came home from preschool saying it was still scratchy, though our eye examinations have come up empty, we’ll probably be heading to a clinic this afternoon for 100% confirmation no wax remains.
In the end it was shock that took the longest to conquer. Thankfully, Miss Q was easily warmed by three towels, a quilt and a story from Granny.
All’s well that ends well, is how the saying goes. And in this case, thankfully, that’s exactly what has happened.
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