Splinter

... and not the Ninja Turtle's Sen say  - rat guy.  Ares came home from school with a band aid on his finger, and told me he had a splinter in his finger.  (1) Ares REALLY behaved himself well when I picked him up from school and at the supermarket.  It was really nice.  (2) Splinters are Adam's specialty.  I do baths and hair and nails, Adam does splinters (which, while this is only Ares' second in entire life, is far more difficult than baths, hair and finger/toe nails).  At first, Ares was really afraid of the needle (we let him choose - big needle (sewing) or small needle - he chose small.  It took 2 minutes to actually get his finger to Adam, but once Adam started 'digging', all was good.  The 1/4" splinter came out in three different sections, the third one being pretty far in there.

Adam rotated between two different sized tweezers and the needle, back and forth, back and forth, and I bribed Ares with a Thin Mint Girl Scout cookie (which he has never had before) so the excitement was enough for him to sit still for roughly 5 minutes while Adam did this needle work:

Every day this kid amazes me.  He's makes me proud of him for millions of different reasons each day.  (Can you tell, it was a good day for us? haha.)