Wyatt had a splinter in his foot.  It was there for a few days.  We think it was a cactus spine.  He wouldn't let us touch his foot, so last night when he was sleeping we tried to remove it, but with no luck.  It was in there pretty good, a little black dot covered by a layer of skin with an angry ring around it.  Today, Wyatt woke up from a cat nap, screaming.  He brought me the PEC that I made for the pool key, but when we got outside he wouldn't budge from the front steps.  He kept screaming.  Finally, he took my hand and WANTED me to get the splinter out.  But he wouldn't let me past him to get into the house to get tweezers. 

My neighbor and her teenage granddaugher saw what was happening and offered their assistance.  I was so surprised, it almost made me cry.  The grandmother and I held a struggling Wyatt while the girl valiantly pried the sticker from Wyatt's foot with her fingernails.  My other neighbor saw what was happening from her window and ran down to us, then returned with a pair of tweezers.  So then there were three of us holding Wyatt down and one teenager tweezing.  The granddaughter was able to tweeze out the last bit of sticker-spine.  And she said, "I hope I got it all because I'm not trying that again!"