This week saw a scary milestone in the Beadzoid house. With some trepidation we finally took down the stair gate that prevented Babyzoid getting out of the living room and into the kitchen. And this got me thinking… Now that she can leave the room as she pleases, what potentially could go wrong? Researching household hazards I tried to look at our home through the eyes of my 3 year old daughter, particularly in the kitchen where most of the dangers lie. Aside from the obvious ‘don’t leave your child unattended next to gas hobs!’ scalding is a very real threat.
A young child's skin is fifteen times thinner than an adult's, and you know how badly it hurts when you accidentally head-butt the kettle trying to get at the sugar canister behind (no? Just me, then). The recommendation is for a cordless kettle, or at least one with a very short cord. My Dad also tells me that there are various types of instant hot water tap, which I will be looking into, as even if you don’t spill the boiling contents of the kettle onto your child (heaven forbid!) they can still brush against the outside and scald their little pinkies.
And this really worries me. Increasingly, my daughter is spending more and more time in the kitchen as she likes to help mummy with the dinner, and on free afternoons bake cakes. We only have one worktop upon which the said cordless kettle sits. I mean, I hate our tiny excuse for a kitchen as it is, as when I was younger we had one you could turn cartwheels in. In fact, as children that’s exactly what we would do. Such fun! To quote Miranda Hart’s screen mum, Patricia Hodge, and former secondary school alumni of the one yours truly attended, dontcha know?
Ooooooh, went to the same school as an accomplished famous actress did we?
Laughed gleefully as that very same school was bulldozed and replaced with one of these new-fangled academies, did we?
*whips out Heather Small on a stick*
Anyway, coming back from my Miranda-inspired hallucination, if I had that kitchen nowadays I’d proudly stick an island in the middle of it and hang Le Creuset just above, along with so many strings of garlic and onions that it would make even Raymond Blanc’s eyes water. Mon dieu! Then I would wander over to my fancy American fridge with the incorporated water cooler and imagine I was Nigella on one of her midnight snack raids, though I bet she no longer does that post-diet (looking fabulous, Nige!)
But for now I just need to focus on the health and safety of this little lady, as she indulges her junior Masterchef ambitions.
So, any tips on how to under-5 proof any area of your house? They would be most gratefully received, especially for one so clumsy and prone to daydreaming!
*sponsored, but totally true