Baby Taylor First Aid
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The sun blazes overhead as laughter echoes across the park. Taylor’s backyard barbecue buzzes with energy—kids dart between sprinklers, flip burgers on the grill, and compete in a fiercely unserious watermelon-eating contest. But when a stray volleyball sends the lemonade pitcher crashing onto the picnic table, hot coals from the grill scatter, and the humid air leaves everyone sweating buckets, the day takes a sharp turn. Crispy-edged hamburgers aren’t the only thing sizzling here. Nine-year-old Aiden yelps as his elbow brushes the scorching metal grill lid, while Mia staggers sideways, her face flushed beet-red after hours racing under the relentless sun. Taylor’s already rummaging through the chaos for the first-aid kit, shooting a grin at the group. “Who’s ready to play *Hero Mode*?” she calls, holding up a bag of rainbow popsicles like a trophy. “Fix the burns, beat the heat—freeze-pop rewards for whoever nails the rescue steps!” The rules are simple: No panic, no guesswork. For Aiden’s angry red burn, you’ve got seconds to shout whether ice cubes or cool running water wins. Across the lawn, Mia’s slumped against a tree, nausea kicking in—do you fan her, wrap her in a wet towel, or sprint for electrolytes? Every right move earns a popsicle. Every mistake? Taylor’s mercilessly silly penalty jar awaits (*“Sing ‘Twinkle Twinkle’ in a chipmunk voice!”*). By sunset, bandaids are applied, hydration triumphs, and the real victory isn’t just the sticky-faced popsicle feast—it’s the smug confidence of kids who now know how to outsmart summer’s sneakiest villains.
