Boy2 has something wrong with his right eye. It's probably a stye or pink eye or some other childhood eye thing. I noticed it this morning when he got up. After breakfast, I suggested eye drops.
"Mama, you can't put things in my eyes."
"They're not things, they're eye drops. They'll help your eye feel better."
"My eye feels fine and you can't put things in my eyes."
"Why not?"
"Because my eyes are a treasure."
"Who told you that?"
"Well, no one. I just know it."
"What makes them a treasure?"
"Good things are hidden and found there."
So here's my question for the day: where are your good things hidden and found?
4 comments:
so who won that battle? :)
don't know because I haven't found it yet, but I'm still digging for that treasure
Holy moly. It's a good thing this stuff is being recorded for posterity. That's some profound stuff right there.
Christina - Well, no one actually. Ends up he needed a cream and not drops.
Beth - me too.
Lorraine - Which is funny because he's such a clown.
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