It comes to this: Cindy & I spent our Friday night together digging an amazingly complicated splinter out of our daughter's wounded pointer finger. Started the pre-op in the dining room. Half an hour of feuding with The Red Headed Fireball produced no results. The final confrontation with the villainous fragment took place in Meg's room. Me and Baby Meg comforting her. While Cindy methodically re-open the trail the splinter took. Using an alcohol-cleansed needle. And lots of patience.A mighty battle, of course. Nurse Cindy emerged the victor. Two tiny pieces of broken wood, defeated. On a bed of gauze.
Afterward, Meg thanked us. Profusely. Apologized for the yelling and the tears. Made the adventure worth our effort.
Felt like she was apologizing for all of it. All the yelling. All the tears.
Our adventures with the kids are worth the effort. Even the painful digging.
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