Do you know what a booboo bunny is? I didn't until a couple of weeks ago when I was cleaning out the freezer. I came across this washcloth folded with two ears like a rabbit surrounding a piece of ice. Apparently the good 'ole plastic bag (that inevitably got a small leak in it and got everything soaked) is not too cool to use anymore for scrapes and bruises. Thankfully we haven't had to use the bunny yet.
The other day while we were at language, Veta wasn't paying attention to where she was walking and knocked right below her eye on edge of the table. As the screaming began, I searched frantically for the catch all soother-- the pacifier. Before I could find it, our Russian teacher was out of her seat and rummaging through the kitchen drawers for something. I thought maybe she was trying to find a plastic bag....nope I was wrong. She was searching for a KNIFE! Before I knew it, she was holding the side of a LARGE BUTCHER'S KNIFE to Veta's cheek. The crying stopped, but I think it was because Veta was more scared of what was going to happen next. Once I saw that she had the knife firmly held I started shuffling for my phone. The first thing that went through my mind was, "I gotta get a pic of this for the blog, people aren't going to believe me when I tell them what happened." Unfortunately the picture got blurred because I got spooked when she started staring at me.
Now i've heard of tobacco on bee stings, and superglue for cuts, maybe even gargling vinegar for a sore throat, but never kitchen cutlery for booboos...to which Stephanie and I would say, "only in Central Asia!"
The other day while we were at language, Veta wasn't paying attention to where she was walking and knocked right below her eye on edge of the table. As the screaming began, I searched frantically for the catch all soother-- the pacifier. Before I could find it, our Russian teacher was out of her seat and rummaging through the kitchen drawers for something. I thought maybe she was trying to find a plastic bag....nope I was wrong. She was searching for a KNIFE! Before I knew it, she was holding the side of a LARGE BUTCHER'S KNIFE to Veta's cheek. The crying stopped, but I think it was because Veta was more scared of what was going to happen next. Once I saw that she had the knife firmly held I started shuffling for my phone. The first thing that went through my mind was, "I gotta get a pic of this for the blog, people aren't going to believe me when I tell them what happened." Unfortunately the picture got blurred because I got spooked when she started staring at me.
Now i've heard of tobacco on bee stings, and superglue for cuts, maybe even gargling vinegar for a sore throat, but never kitchen cutlery for booboos...to which Stephanie and I would say, "only in Central Asia!"
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