If you happen to live near us and you heard screaming tonight, please don't be alarmed.
You see, my big boy has discovered that he can climb to the top of the fence in our yard. What he doesn't do so well, is come back down. After yesterday's adventure, he jumped down and got a hand full of splinters (okay, two fingers, but there are probably at least 10 total splinters in those two fingers).
He complained about it at the time, but was easily distracted by playing and eating snacks. He remembered it today, and it actually looked worse.
So, we gave him an extra long bath to soak in, and then Daddy attempted to remove the splinters first with tweezers and second with nail clippers (they're all fairly close to the top of the skin, but unfortunately right in the bend of his fingers). Some came out. Some didn't.
There were lots of tears and lots of screams (really loud and really pitiful ones). Of course, most of the screams came in anticipation of what was to come rather than what was actually taking place. We settled for getting about half out tonight. We'll try another long bath and extraction again tomorrow.
What we did get was a tearful promise not to climb on the fence any more. And a tearful recap.
"Daddy cut my fingers. It hurts. I cried." He told me this, as though I hadn't been sitting beside of him through the entire ordeal (helping to restrain him from jerking said hand away).
It was rather pitiful to watch him, even though we knew he was more scared than actually in pain. It was also hard not to laugh, because he kept jerking his hand away and said "Just leave them in! I like them in!" in the most pitiful of screams you have ever heard.
Poor kid. I really don't think he'll be climbing any fences, at least not for a while.