One day my son, then five, got a splinter and I had to take it out with judicious use of not only tweezers but sterilized needle. He protested, of course, and I had to explain about infection.
Well, he submitted and at last the tiny wooden b*gger was extracted. He rushed to tell his daddy: "Mommy got the splinter out! Now it won't be inflexicated!"
GentlyFeral