Recently a 5 year old came to me with a splinter in his right pinky. He kept holding it out to me asking for a band-aid. Anyways, after convincing him to close his eyes, I was able to pull the splinter out, add a ban-aid, a kiss, and he was just like new… well, he just needed to make sure of one more thing first:
- Excuse, me?
- Is this my left hand? *holds out “injured” hand*
- No, that’s your right hand
- Phew! That’s good, because I am left handed
He then proceeded to tell me that we should have cupcakes to make his pinky feel better.
That’s one smart kid! 😉