The Drama King

K just reminded me of something that happened while we were in Seattle. We were laughing so hard about it that I thought I'd put up a post about it. (Although it was less amusing while we were going through it.)

For the first time, J got a splinter in his foot. Actually, two splinters in his foot. They were tiny tiny splinters, but it was still very traumatising for him. The whole time I'm bent over his foot trying to tweeze the splinters out, he's covering his eyes with his hands, alternating between "Ow, ow, ow..." and "I can't look, Mum. I can't look."

Then when I finally get the splinters out, he asks plaintively "Is there a hole in my foot now?"

Now he's convinced that there are porcupines everywhere waiting to shoot a splinter into his foot.