{"id":797,"date":"2009-03-08T22:14:33","date_gmt":"2009-03-08T21:14:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=797"},"modified":"2009-03-09T17:59:12","modified_gmt":"2009-03-09T16:59:12","slug":"ingrid_and_the_knife","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2009\/03\/08\/ingrid_and_the_knife\/","title":{"rendered":"Ingrid and the knife"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nEarlier this evening, Eric was baking a cake, and Ingrid was overseeing the process: watching everything, trying a bit of apple, tasting a pinch of flour, poking at the whisks and bowls.\n<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Ingrid_tasting_flour.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nIt was late for her (past 7 o&rsquo;clock) and she was getting a bit tired and hyper. Which probably explains why she suddenly grabbed our largest and sharpest kitchen knife (which Eric had put down a few minutes earlier) and started swinging it around, as carelessly as if it was a wooden spoon.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nEric had been standing right next to her. He jumped back with a big yell and shouted at her. &ldquo;Ingrid, put the knife down!!!&rdquo;\n<\/p>\n<p>\nWhich she did, quite calmly. Then over the next 5 seconds reality sank in. She had been yelled at! Ingrid realized that things were serious, and that Eric had been really frightened and angry. She became very very frightened herself. Her mouth trembled, her face went red, and tears welled in her eyes. Then she broke down sobbing and crying. Eric picked her up to soothe her, but the more she had time to think, the more upset she became. After a while she just sat in my lap and (barely able to get the words out through her sobs) asked me to sing to her. &ldquo;Lau&#8230; Lau&#8230; Laulame! T&#8230; Trollmor!&rdquo;\n<\/p>\n<p>\nWe sang a lullaby, and then we sang some more. And by the time Ingrid had started to calm down, she was so exhausted that I took her straight to bed, and she didn&rsquo;t object at all, even though it was an hour before her normal bedtime.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nHopefully, a lesson learned: People get angry when you wave a foot-long piece of sharp steel in their face.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Earlier this evening, Eric was baking a cake, and Ingrid was overseeing the process: watching everything, trying a bit of apple, tasting a pinch of flour, poking at the whisks and bowls. It was late for her (past 7 o&rsquo;clock) and she was getting a bit tired and hyper. Which probably explains why she suddenly [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[65,67,57,64,63,66,32],"class_list":["post-797","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ingrid_johanna","tag-baking","tag-drama","tag-ingrid","tag-kitchen","tag-knife","tag-photo","tag-toddler"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/797","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=797"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/797\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=797"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=797"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=797"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}