"Wait...what's a needle?"

Tyler was out feeding chickens and managed to get a splinter in the palm of his hand. I tried to get it out with tweezers, but it was a stubborn little sucker- and the tweezers weren't even touching it. So I told Tyler that I needed to get a needle to help get it out. He immediately started crying, and begging me NOT to use the needle.

Tyler: "Is it going to hurt?"

Mom: "A little, but it will hurt more if you leave the splinter in your hand and it gets infected."

Tyler: (crying) "But I don't want you to use a needle. Please don't use a needle. (pause) Wait...what's a needle?"

We both started laughing and I was able to take out the splinter without Tyler even realizing I had even poked him! It was great!!