Because we cooked right at our table, the finished product was very hot, and Callan had to eat carefully. Only once he tried to flip some food on the grill and got too close, a mistake which reduced him to tears, not because he was hurt so much as he was scared and embarrased. I quickly placed his hand in his glass of cold water, which was a bit ironic, since two minutes earlier I had told him to stop trying to fish out the lemon slice from the bottom of his glass, and now I was stuffing his hand into the cup, and spilling water on him to boot. He was a good sport though.