Last week we went fishing. For minnows. Without a pole. Just a bug-catcher. Charly dug right in but it took Hayes awhile to get over the dirty feeling. Once he was, we couldn't get him out of the sand!
When we got home, Charly stepped on a toothpick. It was traumatizing for all of us. Kelli didn't trust just taking her to the ER and I couldn't get it out with a tweezers (plus I seemed to be causing her more pain attempting). Our pediatrician was kind enough to drop everything and fit us in. We rushed her to the hospital and our pediatrician couldn't get it out either! He had to call a podiatrist. On a Friday.
Of course he was out of town so his resident was going to come take a look. Three hours later, a Zac Efron-look alike walked in and Charly was all smiles. He performed a minor procedure (which involved giving her three shots) to get the toothpick out (which ended up being close to half of a toothpick) and bandaged her little foot up. He was awesome with Charly, as was our nurse and doctor. Charly was a trooper. She cried a lot but never once flinched her foot or leg all the while people were operating on her. Everyone marveled at how strong and brave she was.
She walked out of that office with more suckers and stickers than any child could ever need!
