Whenever we go to restaurants on tour (frequent) we order warm water to mix up the baby cereal to feed June.
A few days ago, I ordered the warm water. I waited. I asked again. He brought it finally and I grabbed the glass off of his tray. He didn't say, "this is really hot" or anything.
Then, a few minutes later, it somehow got dumped on me. It was not warm. It was not hot. It was scalding.
Here's my arm burn. I will spare you the leg picture. I mooed like a cow (my version of screaming when I'm in pain-I did that during childbirth too) and then I ran to the bathroom and decided that it hurt so bad I couldn't eat (unusual).
From now on, if we are out, June might have to eat cold baby cereal because I now have a fear of hot things on tables.