This week is pink eye.
Not me, Gideon.
Or at least not me yet.
You ever try putting eye drops in a little kid's eye?
3 times a day?
It got a lot easier after the first time.
When after 20 minutes I gave up with the soothing talk and jellybean bribery.
And held his head down and barked "Stop squirming!"
Some times Menacing Mommy has to make an appearance.
That's a Jungian Archetype.
Look it up.
When Gideon was done screaming he said, "Wow, that didn't hurt at all. I didn't even feel it."
How could he? What's one more drop in an eye full of tears?
I knew he had pink eye that morning when he woke and couldn't open his eye.
It was crusted shut.
He wouldn't let me put a warm wash cloth on it.
He insisted it was all good, he still had the other eye.
I let him go around the house one-eyed for 2 hours.
He insisted he was perfectly content.
But he seemed awfully happy after I finally cleaned it.
After he was done crying.
Our pediatrician better hurry up and get the H1N1 vaccinations.
Clearly the Livingston-Morrow abode would not survive the swine flu.
Clearly we are just too ridiculous.