Grateful

I thought starting my day attending a funeral would give me a large dose of gratitude. I was wrong. Ending my day at the emergency room with my son put things in perspective nicely. He set my kitchen on fire while trying to heat oil for popcorn. He has second degree burns on his arm and hand. My kitchen is a wreck. My house stinks of soot. The only thought that keeps replaying in my head? How do I punish him for setting the house on fire when I'm just so incredibly grateful that things were no worse?