Emily has this endearing habit of picking flowers and giving them to me to put in my hair. So sweet. But sometimes I get a bit upset - like yesterday when she picked the one and only lotus flower in our little pond... but she is so cute about it, that I can't really show her I'm cross.
And today... oh boy! Tired of picking the flowers, she decided to pick me a wreath of chillis i.e. those tiny little bird's eye ones i.e. those extra ultra mega hot ones i.e. those ones that the people working with them wear rubber gloves to protect their hands. As soon as I saw the offering she had made I marched her off the the bathroom to get her hands washed. Too late - the chillis or the hot hands had already gone into her mouth.
She started screaming - clearly in a lot of pain. "ARNICA ARNICA, mom put arnica on my tongue!!!!!" I made her drink copious amounts of milk and water, eat rice, I rubbed vaseline on her lips, but nothing really seemed to help. She was crying hysterically. She vigorously rubbed her tongue, trying to get the "ouchie" off, all the time yelling for arnica. I had a lot of sympathy because I KNOW how hot those chillis are.
I played my trump card - my creamcheese chocolate sandwich cookies!!! Just one of those decadent delights cured her on the spot.
But she still has Angelia Jolie lips.
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