This morning I am getting ready for Easter and family visitors. Mr. Fantastic and I decided to wash the slip covers in my knitting room and I am hanging them to dry on an old wooden dry rack... while I was dusting off the dry rack I got a splinter in my finger. It didn't hurt or anything, but I wanted it gone!
Marin woke up this morning and I told her that I had a splinter in my finger. She asked if I wanted her to take it out. "Papa showed us how to do it last summer".
Papa is the splinter remover at the beach... he has special tools and can basically remove anything from feet, fingers and everything in between.
Marin set up shop, got her supplies:
And... it's gone.
It's good to have a daughter.