While preparing to frost some cupcakes today, I was putting my tip in my piping bag. I pushed it through with my finger, and I guess I was a little too enthusiastic, and I pushed my finger right into the tip. For a second, I laughed. Then the pain set in. My finger was really stuck, and quickly started to swell. Through tears of laughter and pain, I called to my husband to come rescue me. He tried without success to find pliers small enough. Then he tried wire cutters, but there was no way to do that without me cursing enough to put my kids in therapy. Finally, genius set in, and he used a plain ol' butter knife to pull back the tines (can I call them that?). I only had a couple of drops of blood, and a nice story to tell.
I must admit, I find myself quite smart to have the presence of mind to have my husband take a picture.