That first splinter

We all remember the fright of that first wood splinter poking out of a little finger or hand after a full day of play.  My big girl has become quite concerned about any sort of ailment lately.  Even the smallest bruise or scrape has her mind spinning.  When she discovered a splinter in her hand the other evening she became so panicked.  This picture describes the scene perfectly:  Dad with the tweezers, Uncle #1 holding the hand steady, Uncle #2 holding the flashlight and the little girl looking on with a sweet mixture of fright and delight (I know she loved all the attention she received from her doting uncles and father).  I look at it and have to laugh and this dramatic moment.