Poor Tyler was being a big helper last night...he was helping me make grilled cheese sandwiches. And as he was struggling to open some cheese....he smacked his arm on the griddle. The very HOT griddle that was cooking grilled cheese sandwiches. Poor kid...after some ibprofen, some ice from Grandpa and Grandma, and some ice cream (yeah...that whole no sweets thing is going to start today) he was good. I still feel bad though. Burns aren't fun. This morning he said it only hurt a little. Hopefully it heals fast.