The Jalapeno Incident

There are times in our lives where I just wonder, “what the hell were you thinking?”…to my husband of course. This man just doesn’t think sometimes, kinda like my animal cracker and the butt incident, he didn’t think our toddler would take his translation so literally.

So we had Mexican food for dinner and my husband’s dish was covered in jalapeno peppers, no big deal, until our little eating machine asked for one. My husband stops her dead in her sticky finger tracks and says, “no, Kaydee, it’s hot!” Who could blame him, peppers are hot right?

Not ten minutes later Kaydee comes running into my bedroom screaming her little head off. She makes a mad dash for the bathroom, leaps onto the step stool and proceeds to douse her face in cold water. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out was going on so I just assumed she got something nasty in her mouth and helped her rinse her mouth out. Then my husband comes running to the bedroom with the evidence….a mangled jalapeno pepper she fished out of the garbage. Going along with the train of thought of a toddler, daddy said the pepper was hot, so waiting ten minutes for it too cool off seemed logical enough.

I feel terrible she had to learn the difference between spicy hot and temperature hot this way.

Her poor face broke out in red burns from the spice of the pepper. She has the most sensitive skin and the rash broke out almost immediately.