Our back deck is a wonderful place to play - with shoes on.
I try and always make sure the boys either have
socks or shoes on before heading out the back door.
But that doesn't always happen.
Last weekend Eli pointed out to me that Jonah had a
nice little splinter in the heel of his foot.
Enter Mommy.
Me: Jonah, you have a splinter in your foot. We need to get it.
J: NO!!!!!!
Me: We have to. It we don't, your foot is going to hurt even more.
Come sit on the couch and we'll get in out with Mommy's tweezers.
J: Will it hurt?
Me: Just a little. We can pretend that Mommy is the doctor,
and you are the patient, okay?
J: Okay, but will it hurt?
Me: It might hurt a little, but not too much.
Eli hands the tweezers over - Jonah settles in the pillows and I get down to work.
No problem as I push the skin around - getting at that nasty piece of wood.
Jonah sits quietly, trying to twist his head to watch.
And then ... I get a hold of the splinter and give a tug.
J: OWWWWW!!!!!!!
Me: It's okay! It's okay! I almost got it. One more pull and it will come out.
J: (crying and shrieking) it hurts, it hurts!
Me: We're almost done, let me finish honey.
J: I don't want you to be the doctor, I WANT YOU TO BE THE MOMMY!
Because, apparently, THE MOMMY shouldn't ever cause pain to her own son.
Sigh.
But one more tug and it was out - trauma and all.
And what a good mommy you are!
ReplyDeleteMy children tend toward the dramatic. I actually had to sit on my daughter to get out a splinter. You would have thought I was doing an amputation! When I finished, she looked at the tiny little spot and said that it didn't really hurt. Hope she gets a little braver at dealing with pain when she gets older!
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Gina