splintered

Today while I was out grocery shopping, the guys were in the driveway playing basketball. M, barefoot as usual, stepped on a sliver of metal ( no doubt a remnant of the carport). It lodged in his foot like a splinter. He cried. G took him inside to get it out and listen to what he asked his daddy- (remember I am at the grocery store) - -

M - "Do we have anything soft like mommy's hand?"
G - "Why?"
M- "So I can hold it while you get the splinter out."


How sweet is that?
It's true, little boys aren't just snakes and snails and puppy dog tails - - they can be sugar and spice, too. By the way - daddy's calloused hand worked just fine as a hand-hold while they got the metal sliver out.