One Hot Mama

     Getting ready for breakfast, I reached for the toaster on the top shelf of our cabinet.  Beside the toaster, was a bottle of hot sauce that came flying down.  
     The bottle made a surprisingly large crash as it shattered, breaking glass everywhere and splattering all over the place.  The kids were in the next room and ran into the kitchen to see what had happened.
    "What broke Mommy?  What was that?"  
    Trying to stop them from running in, I threw my hands out to keep them from the broken glass.
    All four of them reacted with the most horrified expressions.
    "MOMMY!  You're BLEEDING!"  Christian yelled, "Call 911!"
    Oh no.  Was I?  Was I bleeding somewhere that I didn't realize due to shock or numbness?  Was there a chunk of glass stuck in me?  I didn't feel anything.  A wave of panic came over me, masking the pain I assumed I was supposed to be having.
    "Where am I bleeding guys?  Tell me!"
    "EVERYWHERE!  You're bleeding EVERYWHERE!" 
    And then I realized.  They didn't know what had happened or about the hot sauce.  In their little minds, all they knew was that they heard something break, then ran into see this...   

     My pajamas were covered, but they of course, thought it was blood. 
     "Guys, it's okay!  It's alright."
     Explaining what had happened and showing them to stay back from the glass, I was able to clean everything up. 
     My skin still has a light tint of reddish/orange to it where the hot sauce was and I've strangely been craving buffalo wings ever since...but one thing's for sure - even though I spend many days covered from head to toe in something and I haven't felt put together or half way attractive in years...at least now I can honestly say that these kids actually have one hot mama. 
    ...Now that I think about it, celery and ranch dressing sound kind of good too.
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