“Owwwwww!” P howled as I was ushering everyone to the table for dinner. “My toe! I got a splinter! OWWW!”
“Let me see,” I said, kneeling down next to her to inspect her toe. “Which one?”
“My pinkie toe, it hurts!” She cried. “Get it out!”
I turned on the lamp above us and searched the little toe over, but couldn’t see any splinters or cuts. When I asked her to show me where it was, she pointed to five different places. Finally I stood up and carried her over to the table. “P, I can’t see anything. Let’s eat dinner and see if it feels better.
After a few minutes at the table, P tugged on my sleeve. “Can I whisper in your ear?” She asked. When I leaned my ear towards her, she put her hand up and whispered in a loud voice, “I think my toe hurts because a long time ago I ate a chicken and now it’s making my toe hurt.”
I looked at her very seriously. “You’re saying that you ate a chicken a long time ago and now it’s making your toe hurt?” She nodded. “Chicken, stop hurting P’s toe!” I ordered, wagging my finger at her feet.
Everyone at the table started laughing, including P. We finished dinner without further comment on the hurt toe or the chicken causing it. After dinner P insisted on putting a bandaid on her little toe. “It was a teriyaki chicken,” she told me while I wrapped the bandaid around her toes.
“Oh yes, you used to love teriyaki chicken,” I agreed. “Feel better now?”
She nodded, happy once again.