(Needle)
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His thumb in his mouth, Henry sniffed and held up his index finger for his father to see. Booth, wiping his hands on an old rag, squatted down next to his four year old son and inspected the finger. Finding a splinter in the tip, Booth gently removed Henry's thumb from his mouth and asked him, "Do you want me to take it out?"
Sniffing again, Henry whined, "It hurts, Daddy."
Sad for his son, Booth tossed the rag on his work bench, stood up and lifted his son onto his hip. "Okay little man, we'll get that out in no time." Carrying the child into the house from the garage, Booth placed his son on a chair in the kitchen and left the room. Soon reentering the kitchen he held up a needle and smiled, "Daddy's an expert slinter remover so you don't have anything to worry about."
Cautiously, the boy watched his father sit down next to him, take his finger in his big hand and stare at the tip of the finger, "Will it hurt?"
Holding the little finger closer to his eyes, Booth assured the boy, "Nah, I'm really good at this. Even your Mom has me take out her splinters." Gently resting the needle near the splinter, Booth carefully used the tip of the needle to peel away the layer of the skin and flick the splinter out. "There you go." Kissing the tip of the finger, Booth smiled, "All better."
Surprised that is was done so quickly, Henry smiled, "Thanks, Daddy, You the best splinter remover."
Ruffling the small boy's hair, Booth stood up, "Thanks. Since you were so brave you deserve a reward. How about some ice cream?"
Eagerly, the boy sat on his knees in the chair, "With chocolate sprinkles?"
Opening the freezer section of the fridge, Booth chuckled, "Of course, Henry. What's ice cream without chocolate sprinkles?"
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