User blog comment:GolgothaKinslayer/Li Kids/@comment-24302820-20150902182446

"It's hot."

Gren continued to ignore her mother's warning. The toddler had reached the Fearless Climber stage of development, a stage that some would say her mother never really grew out of. Gren slid her butt along the countertop, inching closer to the stove. Her mother was boiling noodles. The large green pot looked too inviting to the little green Troll: the pot was big enough to climb into, and she knew that there was food inside. She leaned closer still.

"That's hot; it'll burn you, fucken," Gunna calmly warned. Gren looked up at her mother. Gunna's attention seemed to be focused entirely on the noodles rather than her daughter. Gren reached out a little hand.

"Hot," Gunna said, a little louder this time, but still rather dispassionately.

The tips of Gren's hands finally reached the pot. "Ahh!" she hissed in pain and surprise. Her brows furrowed angrily. She balled her hands up into tiny fists as she got up on her knees. With all of her tiny miniscule might she punched the large green pot, intending to violently punish it for its transgression. The green enamelled sides are, predictably to everyone save the young Troll, still painfully hot. A dull "tong" rang out from the pot as Gren punched it as hard as she could. As the backs of her fingers are larger and more delicate than her fingertips, the pain was even greater than before. She was momentarily stunned by how much it hurt, leaving her hand against the boiling pot for a second and making it burn even more.

Gren yanked her hand back, staring at the scorched skin on the backs of her fingers in wide-eyed horror. The edge of her mouth twitched. She wanted to cry—had to cry—but wasn't going to give the stove the satisfaction. She was going to be her daddy's strong little warrior. Getting mad was the only way she knew how to keep from crying.

"I told you it was hot, fucken. Come here." Gunna swept her todler up into her arms. She tenderly kissed each sore spot. Gunna's lips soothed her child, as regeneration began healing the afflicted areas. Mommy's kisses are magic: they make everything better.