Three year olds go absolutely nuts when the burn their hands on tailpipes.

Today our electricity went out for a while. So, to kill time and because it was a very nice day, we went to get something to eat and spend a little time at the park. When we got home, Noah got out of the truck, ran around behind it and stuck his hand on the tailpipe. Next thing I know, he's dropping his fries and heading to the house, screaming.

We put ice on it and that helped for a while. Then Tank needed to go in to work. After about an hour and a half and Noah was still crying (he had dozed off at one point, but his hand kept waking him up), I called Tank and told him he needed to come home and get something for Noah's hand. He came and had Bactine. That stuff is a miracle drug. The second we put it on Noah's hand, he was fine. Which was a relief for all of us. I don't know how much longer I could have listened to the screaming. Partly because I felt bad for him, and partly because, well... it's a three year old screaming. No one can listen to that for too long.