Once we were over at a family friend's home when Ben got a splinter. My friend quickly brought Ben into her kitchen where I watched as she cut a sliver of raw potato pressed it into his hand and then taped a bandage over with the instructions to leave it on over night.
Said treatment was compliments of her country mamma's upbringing as one of 9 children. She commented that give it a chance, that a "piece of produce stuck to the skin was better than a howlin' toddler with you diggin' at his hand with something sharp."
Cue to some random weekend when I was about Ian's age when my dad made a deal with me that if I let him remove a splinter I would get a Sesame street magazine. I don't remember actually getting the splinter out, but did remember being scared to death and my hand hurting afterwards. I remember the magazine because I threw up on it in the car shortly after getting the splinter out on an afternoon family trip into the mountains.
When I picked up Ian at daycare Monday his teacher had commended that he on Day 1 of Potty Camp had made it until after nap dry, but had gotten a splinter on the playground and sobbed when she tried to get it out.
Ian was more concerned with getting a Transformer band aid and was sad when I covered it up with painters tape to keep him from pulling off my masterpiece overnight. Ian was a little unsure but by morning the splinter was gone. Seriously try this on the next splinter. It works, for real!
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