Splinten // The splinter

It all started so nicely with a barbecue at my parent's to finish off a weekend at the summerhouse. After dinner Samuel was running around in the garden, when he fell on the terrace and got a huge splinter in his little hand.

Much attention was paid to the little piece of terrace now lodged in his hand. Though daddy and mormor tried, it wouldn't move. (mainly because of Samuel's wriggeling). Two day's later it still hadn't moved, but had become rather infected. So mor and dad

dy decided to be brave, and put a needle in the thing to get it out. We didn't succeed, but did get most of the puss out. And now had a little boy who would look at us at tell us NOT to touch his splinter :-)

A little week later, we finally managed to get it out with a pair of tweezers, many tears and much protest. After some cuddling and an ice cream later, Samuel was very proud of the whole in his hand, where the splinter once lived. It now sits on a piece of paper, so be put in his book!

Lisette's birthday