As seems the norm these days our weekend got off to an eventful start. You wouldn’t think anything could go wrong when all we had to do was get up, get dressed and go out but it did. As I came down the stairs Harry was standing by the dining table shaking his hand and pulling a face. When asked what the matter was he said he’d done something to his finger and it hurt. He was adamant he didn’t know what he’d done though. He’d been playing around with Match Attacks cards so I asked if he had a paper cut. He didn’t. I told him hurting fingers were a sign of naughty fingers and left him too it.
A few minutes later the house was full of Harry having one of his dramatic crying escapades. His fingers really hurt and he couldn’t be consoled. Big tears, big huffs and puffs and hyper-ventilating but still no idea what had made this happen. I thought he was having one of his attention seeking tantrums so carried on loading the car. Tracy was a bit more patient and eventually Harry revealed that he’d put his fingers on Tracy’s hair straighteners. This wouldn’t normally be a problem but unfortunately for Harry they had been turned on in preparation for some hair straightening action! After some cold water, savlon and three Spongebob Squarepants plasters Harry was finally able to leave the house.
Later at the Pumpkin Patch Harry revealed that he hadn’t just touched the straighteners – he’d put his fingers between the tongs and closed them on his fingers. Donut!


