Two nights ago, I was in the middle of cooking dinner, when Derek decided to move a chair over to the sink and pretend to wash the dishes – and although I am not a big fan of his doing this, I was very busy with dinner two feet away, and had glanced in the sink to make sure it was safe.  Since there was only one little bowl in the sink, I went back to making quesadillas. 

About a minute later, I turned around to see Derek reaching for something on the counter and falling right on his face.  It was awful looking and he screamed, so I picked him right up.  It was about a minute later that I discovered that my shirt was covered in blood!  I had thought it was his lip, but looking more carefully, it was his thumb.   It was bleeding terribly, and I soon discovered the source of his cut – the cheese grater that had been sitting on the counter by the sink – and the thing he had successfully grabbed before falling.  Crazy kid!

Well, we bandaged him up, gave him some medicine for the pain, and got him to sleep.  We also got this to keep him out of the kitchen from now on: