"My Poor Little Fingers"

I was trying to be a good father and husband Sunday morning by making some Banana Bread. I was washing some of the dishes while the oven was preheating, when I heard William start to cry. I looked over and he had stuck his little fingers in between the oven and its' door. Regardless of my attempt of immediately putting his hand under cold running water, his three little fingers blistered. Eventhough the blisters must hurt, he doesn't seem to let them slow him down or get in the way of him playing with his toys. Every once in a while, he'll stop what he's doing and look at his fingers with a slight confused look on his face wondering what happened. He's our brave little boy!