Getting Burned in All the Wrong Places

The genius LOVES hot foods, and I do mean hot! When we first began eating at a certain Thai restaurant, the servers would sneak over and discreetly watch him eat because they knew how hot he had ordered it (15 stars when the maximum was 5). I guess they were expecting SOME sort of reaction, but none came.

So when someone gave him some habanera peppers, he was thrilled. He got together his utensils (cutting board, knife, and food processor) and began his operation in a corner of the kitchen. Soon, he had a nice pile of finely chopped peppers ready to sprinkle on his food.

He started out of the room and I mentioned that it was time to eat, but he said he would be right back – he had to use the bathroom. In a VERY few minutes he came quickly out of the bathroom and was TROTTING toward the stairs. I said, “Where are you going, dinner is ready.” He said in a rather panicky voice, “I have to take a shower.” Well, actually, he took FOUR showers to try to get relief from the fiery sensation that had transmitted from his hands to another part of his body. I tried to be sympathetic, but I was laughing too hard.

We lost no time in buying a box of disposable gloves.