I removed Vivienne’s first splinter today, which I think earns me a great big flashy “Official MOM” certificate!  Although she cried (it didn’t help that I sat her on the bathroom counter in front of the mirror where she looked at herself and cried even more in appreciation for her own impressive dramatics) and insisted, “I don’t want to have a squinkler!” (For real, that was the word she used.)  I hardly had to scrape the surface of her skin for the little splinter to pop right out.  A piece of candy (for both of us) finished the job and she’s now sleeping soundly, splinter-free.