Absentmindedly telling the pre-schooler yes, he can put his own microwave popcorn in.
He loves pressing buttons, you see.
Trouble is, Mommy failed to work out that since the microwave sits on a baker’s rack at eye level to a three year old standing directly in front of it, the moment he pushed the button that said “open”, yes, the one that released the spring loaded door latch, he would all but render himself unconscious.
Yes, more blood.
I’m a terrible mother.