There are two types of people. Those that allow splinter removal. And those that resist with great force.
I am grateful I do have one child that allows splinter removal. Tonight, he was not the patient.
Luke was the one with the splinter and he unashamedly falls into the resists splinter removal category.
Luke showed me his splinter and said he needed it to come out. I agreed and pushed gently with my fingernails. He did not agree that it was gentle and at this point (about 8:15 pm) he began to scream. We had multiple intermissions during the hour. He did not finish crying until almost 9:30. It finally came out. I was sitting on him and pinning his arms down with my legs. Too bad Benjamin didn't get a picture! I am quit certain it was a sight to behold!
Now for most splinters, we let them ease their merry way out of the foot or hand in a warm bath. This one needed to come on out. It was red and puffy. :(
Just for a good laugh, picture me restraining my child in order to retrieve a sliver out of his foot. I am worn out physically! So is he. Sound asleep, so peaceful and calm.