Look what I dug out of Cawood's foot last night:
This was not a small procedure either. I didn't arrive home from work last night until after 8:30, and found three absolutely filthy kids waiting for me (Aunt Barb says, "A dirty kid is a happy kid.") Literally, I could see the filth, like Pigpen from Peanuts.
Anyway, the kids had been outside and Cawood jumped on a wooden step . . . enter splinter.
I had to slice open his foot with a hypodermic needle from the point of insertion to the point of rest. This splinter was DEEP. I then soaked the small child in a hot tub. I was hoping the water would help his foot to kick out the splinter, but no such luck. Instead, after the bath, I made DJ physically restrain our screaming three-year-old while I dug this fragment of wood out of his foot. This was literally a surgical procedure that I performed on my small child in our home.
Awful, awful, awful.
But at 7 this morning, Cawood was running around the house saying, "Look Mommy! My foot doesn't hurt any more! I can walk on two feet."
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