She must be getting taller. Or more inquisitive. Or both. Anyway, when I was cooking, Natasha reached up and touched the side of the electric skillet, ever so briefly with her index finger. She didn't cry much at all, but quick pulled away and signed "hot". Um, yep, it's hot! So we sat in the chair and played with a package of frozen sausages for a while.
Photo credits to my sister who was visiting and was able to capture the administration of first aid.