Poor Li Li Boy

Liam,
This weekend, you cut your finger. I still feel terrible. But, in the end, it was all Dora the Explorer's fault...

On Saturday, Daddy was gone for the day. You and I had gone to the library, and we'd rented a Dora DVD. Later, we went to Target, and you begged for some Dora Spaghettios. So, at suppertime, you were watching the Dora DVD, and I was in the kitchen heating up the Dora Spaghettios in the microwave. Somehow, you grabbed the empty Spaghettios can, so you could look at the Dora pictures on it, and you got your fingers trapped in the top of the can. (I hadn't completely disconnected the top from the can.) Somehow, in a few seconds of insanity, while I tried to get you to hold still, you pulled your fingers out... and blood went flying. You had luckily only cut one finger, but it was bad. I grabbed a dish towel, and carried you quickly to the bathroom. (You dripped blood across the floor all the way there.) I ran your hand under the water, to see how many fingers you'd cut, but luckily it was just the one. You were really freaking out... and Mommy was too, deep down. We sat on the toilet, and my legs were just shaking. I applied pressure for 15 minutes, but it wouldn't stop bleeding, so I took you to the after hours pediatrician. You begged me to hold you in the car, but obviously I couldn't. Poor guy- you hadn't taken a nap, so you ended up falling asleep in the car, and you weren't very happy when we got there.

So, we got to the pediatrician's office, and they showed us to the exam room... and there was a freaking Dora the Explorer pinata hanging from the ceiling! You can't make this stuff up! I could hardly believe it- I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. Your finger didn't need any stitches- they just glued it, and covered it with tape. (They had said the glue would disintegrate in 5-6 days... but it was already gone the next day!) You were a very brave big boy, so we then stopped by McDonald's on the way home, so you could have a Happy Meal for supper.

I'm so sorry this happened, my sweet boy. I will always completely disconnect the tops of aluminum cans now, and I will make sure that you can't reach them. You are getting so tall all of a sudden... and I need to remember that you can reach things on the counters now. I love you, my sweet boy.

Oh, and we're going to start hardcore potty-training in T minus 5 days...

Love,
Mommy