Tea Pot

[poliphilo]

Every morning my mother discovers that the tea pot handle is too hot to hold and reaches in her pocket for a bunch of tissue to wrap around it- at which point I intervene and show her how the padded tea pot cosy makes a much better mitt.

Every morning this plays out as if it had never happened before.

I sometimes think that caring for my mother is like caring for a toddler. the difference being that toddlers learn from their experience.