One Sunday morning as my wife was pouring boiling water over a tea bag, my four year old daughter bumped against her and the water splattered on his arm. She was more scared than hurt but we applied some ointment and a band-aid more for the psychic healing than the physical. Later that morning as we were leaving church, my daughter and I made our way to the main entrance to where the priest typically greeted the congregation. My wife went out the rear entrance because she didn't feel like stopping to talk to this particular priest because he could be as long winded on the front steps as he could be from the pulpit. When we reached him, he asked my daughter if her Mommy was here this morning and she replied "Yes but she doesn't want to talk to you." He was obvioulsy taken aback by this. Noticing the band-aid on her arm he asked her if she was hurt. She replied: "Yes, my mommy poured hot water on me".