Toothpicks are evil.

Previously on this haphazard chronicle of our family life, I have declared pancake mix and dish soap to be evil. Toothpicks make those villains look tame. We ran out of the devious little stabbers, so I picked up the Sam's Club package and shoved them in the cupboard. Anytime such a handly little item is that abundant it gets noticed and experimented with. In this case grapes and other fruits were being organized into edible art. Then snack time was over, but no one bothered to put the toothpicks away. Our youngest got ahold of them and then they were everywhere on the floor. My oldest lost her balance and one of them went up into the pad of her foot and broke off.
I took her to the hospital, and they tried to remove it. They couldn't find it, so they put her on antibiotics and sent her home. As soon as we got to the end of the antibiotics she started having pussy leakage. After consulting with her pediatrician we made an appointment with a surgeon to have it removed. This time they found it. It was a full third of a toothpick. Her foot is wrapped in a huge dressing and she'll be spending most of her days lying on the couch. What a tiny thing to cause so much pain.