Aww. Ain't she cute? Check out those adorable little pigtails, the fab dress, and James, her favorite engine.
Oh, yeah, and the fact that she looks like a baby amputee from sticking her little paws on a grill at a block party. For the weeks that the bandages were on, conversation would literally stop when we walked into stores, restaurants and cafes. The places would take on this horrified, complete silence. I would then explain into the silence that she'd stuck her sweet hands on a grill, and that although it looked awful (and was awful), she would get better. Conversations would resume, and several strangers would come up to me and share stories about terrible burns that healed. I have quite a store of them now.
I might, four years later, be about ready to get over my grill-phobia. But I might not be, either. Check out the photos. How long would it take you?