I got mad! And then I got scared....

Mom was sitting on the couch in her robe. I had just finished my piece of bread that I was munching. Mommy went to take a sip of her coffee, and I hit the cup on purpose just because. Coffee splashed all over Mommy. She said "No! Hot! Dang it!" and moved the cup. Well, I decided to hit the cup harder. She said "No, Conor! Hot!" and tried to move it even though she was in pain from the hot coffee that spilled on her bare skin. But she was not quick enough as I hit it a third time. This time she said very loudly as she stood up, not caring where the coffee spilled because it was already all over the place, "No, no Conor! Hot! Ow, ow, owwww!!" That scared me so I started to cry hysterically. I wanted Mommy to pick me up and comfort me, but I had to wait until she got a paper towel and wiped herself off. Mommy forgave me which I appreciate. I also saw a boo-boo on her foot. I, being in a band-aid phase, got one and put it on her foot. Am I a helpful guy or what? Maybe I will be a doctor like my uncle Brian. Or a nurse like Auntie Steph!