Painful prayers

I heated a bowl of vegetable soup for Ryan last night and set it on the counter -- and went about my business. In just a moment there was a loud scream from him and as I headed to the kitchen, I was yelling, "What happened?" certain he must have dropped it and splattered himself.

But no. When he bowed his head to pray, he dipped his bangs into the steamy soup and when he was done praying and raised his head and -- well, you get the picture. And the picture wasn't pretty.