Two nights ago, we popped some popcorn to go along with our night-after-Halloween tradition: watching Elf. Usually we make popcorn on the stovetop, but I had just pulled out the popper the other day when I was tidying the kitchen, so I decided to do that.
M got hit with a rogue kernel from the popper. It got caught in his shirt collar somehow and the poor kid got some serious burns on his chest!
|Two days later and it still looks nasty!|
Son of a nutcracker!!