Summertime means bonfires in our family. My in-laws have one almost every Friday night (weather-providing) and we all sit around the fire, telling stories, roasting marshmallows and drinking beer (or, in my case, Diet Pepsi). My husband comes from a family of five -- all but one brother live in the area. All of his sibs have spouses and kids and we all go to Grandpa & Grandma's on Friday nights (Ok..sometimes I go to the mall, or go out with my friends or stay home and clean.....). It's sort of like a twist on the old-fashioned Sunday dinner -- only we do it on Friday with beer and bonfires. Sound like a bad combination? Normally it's fine, but...

Last Friday, I got together with some friends, so Dan took the kids by himself. Somebody (I'm not naming names) threw something stupid into the fire (an inhaler) which exploded (of course) and my little Lauren caught an ember in the hand.

It blistered immediately.

On Monday, it popped -- at the playground at Presque Isle (talk about an invitation to infection). Stopped at the drug store on the way home and found these new tatoos -- waterproof bandages that stay on in water and keep water out.

I was skeptical, but I bought them because:
a.) my daughter was sold on the "Disney Princess" designs
and
b.) she was crying in pain from the open blister.

The bottom line: They work -- worth every penny of the $3-something I paid for them.

And, yes...i'll be accompanying the husband and kids to the bonfire tonight.