The Sad Ballad Of My Fingernail

Once upon a time...
There was a little girl. A ten year old, to be exact. And she LOVED to be creative.
I bet you can guess who that is.
Me.

One day, I was doing one of those projects that rates REALLY HIGH on the creative scale. At my church, we had been collecting school supplies for children who can't afford them. When we were sorting crayons one day, my friends gave me some broken crayons we didn't want to put in with the new ones. I took them home and peeled the wrappers off, cut the crayons up, melted them, and before long, we had brand new crayons that were ready to be donated!
There were some hard parts to this process, though.
1. Cutting the crayons up was hard work. Luckily, my mom was around for that part.
2. Even harder then cutting up crayons was the difficult process of peeling the paper off. If you peel too hard, crayon will get up your fingernail.
Oh, I remember those long, hard afternoons where merciless crayons jammed crayon into my screaming fingernails. Luckily, a couple of hard scrubs with Dawn dish detergent removed most of the nasty stuff from my fingers. But there was one finger that held on to the crayon bit it got stuck in it's nail. Mom and I tried every method in the book to get the crayon out.
1. Take out the crayon bit with tweezers. Did it work? Nope.
2. Scratch a bar of soap for a million hours. That didn't work, either.
3. Count on good old Dawn dish soap to save the day. I think you probably know this already, but NO! That didn't work either!
So currently, the crayon bit was stuck in my finger forever!

DU-DU-DU-DU............

The next day.......

We did a paint project.
A really, really big paint project.

We were painting an old shower curtain and turning it into an abstract beach painting. I enjoyed splattering colors everywhere to make a crazy ocean. When I was done, the ocean looked wonderful. But my hands looked like they had been caught in a paint spill.
"Oh no!" I wailed. "This paint will never come off."
"Wash your hands with soap and water," my mom said.
So I washed my hands off, and I was so happy when the paint disappeared. Now my hands were blank. No crayons, no paint, no nothing!
Until I looked at that one finger.
That finger Proxy-Connection: keep-alive
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at still has that little piece of crayon wedged in it.
Does anybody know a cure for ridding the finger of crayon?