The Splinter

The Persistence of Memory: story one
Jordan, December 2003

Just as I was about to take a quick afternoon nap, I hear Jordan screaming from the other room, “I've got a big splinter on my TOE!” Beau, always the accomodating and attentive big sister, runs back with tweezers to help out. I listen and hear Jordan yelp … then I hear, “I got the splinter out (pause) and it was a big HAIR!”
“Do you know how much that hurt?!”
Is it me or does anyone else think that’s funny?
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