Wednesday 10 March 2010

Splintery smooch

As we were leaving the Pinewood Derby Charles came out clutching his thigh and crying. A quick check revealed that Charles had a medium sized splinter embedded. Somehow, very mysteriously, it happened during or right after he was sliding around on a wooden bench. I suspect a crack splinter implant space monkey attack squad, but we’ll probably never really know.

Anyway, I didn’t have the right tools so Charles had to suffer while we drove home. I laid him out on the couch (Mom wandered by and wondered why Charles was laying on the couch, moaning, without any pants, but decided she was better off not pursuing the matter). The actual operation went well, once I sat on Charles’ leg so he wouldn’t jerk it around as I tried to get a grip on the splinter with my tweezers. Once I had that it came right out without a problem.

Afterwards, I offered to have Mom give him a smoochie to make him feel better. He refused, claiming it would hurt worse than the splinter. So I gave him a spritz of Bactine.

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