The Lion, The Splinter and The Mouse

So who remembers the proverb about the lion who gets a splinter and the mouse who gets it out then becomes his best friend. Well, replace the Olivia as the lion, daddy as the mouse and that is basically what happened the other day. Olivia came in the other day and was crying about an "owwee" she had on her finger, but every time we got close enough to take a look, she would run away crying, screaming "it hurts to touch it so get away" After about 10 minutes of coaxing, I got close enough to see that Olivia has a splinter from the rose bushes out front in her finger. It was a big one and it was sticking out a little so of course it hurt to touch it. Olivia would not let us tough it, so through the crying and screaming, I had to tell her the story of the Lion, the Mouse and the Splinter. She finally got up the courage to let me look at it close up, then with one quick motion I pulled it out. The pain was immediately gone and I had a best friend for the night. Then came the funny part... The rest of the night when Olivia wanted something more than what she was allowed to have she would say something like this in her best whimper/whine "I need another snack cause I had a splinter in my finger, or I need another story cause I had a splinter".... I have obviously established myself as a push over if she thinks that one will fly. But as you all know I am and it did. =)