We moved house a couple of years back and if things felt new and weird to my husband and I, then I can only imagine what was going on in the kid’s heads.
I was in the kitchen one day prepping diner when my youngest son walked in rubbing his arm. Obviously I was concerned so asked…
What’s the matter darling?
He looked up at me and replied…
Something keeps hurting me when I go to the toilet.
Hurting in the toilet? Hmmmmm, more information please.
What do you mean, hurting you in the toilet?
Now he looks even more confused and even a little bit scared.
That silver, metal, pipe thing with the towels on it keeps hurting me when I touch it.
he honestly talking about the towel rail?
You mean the radiator?
Ohhhhh… No wonder! That’s why it keeps burning me!