splinter – 227
So today my daughter got a splinter in her hand. It’s not a horrid splinter but it is in kinda deep and so it should come out before it’s infected. So there I am in the bathroom trying to get it out in the least possible way and there she is literally screaming at the top of her lungs like I’m sawing off her fingers… and I’m not even touching the splinter. I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s bad… I know.
Now I’m not laughing at her. I’m laughing at 1) the absurdity of the situation and 2) because I remember one time when I was a kid and I got a splinter and I told my Mom… and man, it was the last time i ever did. My Mom got tweezers out and a needle and I flipped out too, just like my daughter did to me. After that, if I ever got a splinter, I never told Mom. I just worked it out on my own. It hurt hardly ever if I did it myself.
I didn’t get my daughters splinter out. This was at bath time and told her that I would try and get it out tomorrow. I’ll give her the option of having me do it or let her do it.
Man, it’s so funny to be on the flip side of these situations sometimes. ^_^
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