No blow.
Boiling hot water rolled off the counter and onto a small part of my belly this morning, and I jumped back in surprise and pain. I went for the ice pack when the stinging started a minute later, and the husband said not to, which I now clearmindedly dispute - now that the pain has dissipated to a mere discomfort. At the time, though, I agreed and continued to let the heat cook my belly. Always the quick thinker on my feet, I said to Max, “Blow on my belly, Max! It stings!” Max responded emphatically. “NO! It is NOT a balloon!” I wanted to give him a little hug.