Truly, you would have thought she was getting crucified.
The splinter was maybe an eighth of an inch long, and it wasn't as though I had to dig it out with a needle--- a pair of tweezers did the trick. Well, it did the trick only after I put her in some fancy all-star wrestling moves to hold her down. Grace & I were both sweating like pigs after our little battle royale--- I had both legs wrapped around her and, quite frankly, it was only sheer luck that I even grabbed the splinter with the tweezers. Shampoo got knocked into the tub, mud was all over the bathroom floor from her shoes, the bathroom throw rug was wadded into a ball--- it was a fiasco, a throw-down. My ears are still ringing from her screaming.
What a sissy! ;-)
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Ah ha! You prove my whimpy kid point from my last post! But really, I always hated having splinters removed (my dad used to root around with a needle).
All that...and she wasn't even on steroids! LOL!
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