The Oven Question...

I was cooking a pizza in the oven and I turned by back for 2 seconds. In that time, Braeden decided to drunk-stumble across the kitchen yelling "DOOOOOOOO!!" - Hands outstretched heading right for the oven door. I turned and yelled - NO! but it was too late. Little hands came into direct contact with oven glass.

Braeden turned to me and started crying right away and my heart fell through the floor. My mind started formulating the plan right away - grab him, call 911, run his hands under cool water, head for the car... - Then I realized that he wasn't crying from pain, he was crying because I had scared the crap out of him. I reached down and touched the glass gingerly and it was cool.

After a little consoling I put him down and he wandered off to play with his cars. I stood dumbfounded at the oven and continued to put my hands on the glass but no matter how many times I touched it, same result - cool. I've lived in that house for over 3 years being as cautious as I could so I wouldn't burn myself on the oven door. But it turns out burning yourself on the oven door is a thing of the past.

So here's the question. Do I still warn him about it? It's been drilled into me so hard to avoid the oven door that it seems irresponsible not to. Yet another parenting question that now keeps me up at night, and he can't even ask questions yet. I bet I have some interesting situations on the horizon...

- Rob, Heather and Braeden Carlton