A series of unfortunate events has led to this. Dylan is now a pirate.
Yesterday at around 5 pm, Elizabeth tossed a handful of discarded fireplace ashes into her brother's face.
She went to time out while I stuck Dylan in the tub to wash off all the ashes. He was furiously rubbing his eyes.
"Did it get INTO your eyes?"
"YES! Mommy my eyes hurt!"
So I started rinsing out his eyes with water, which naturally he totally loved and did NOT scream bloody murder into my ear at all!
Actually you know that's not true. He screamed and flailed around in the bathtub like a fish on land. I did the best rinse job I could and set him free.
He kept on rubbing the right eye all night.
This morning he woke up and it was all puffy and red. Uh oh.
There was no way he was going to let me rinse it again. He wouldn't even let me look at it.
I brought him into the doctors office where they
The doctor said that no big chunks of stuff came out, which is good I guess? Lots of eyelashes though, probably from the incessant rubbing.
Halfway through the procedure, Dylan yelled out "THAT'S ENOUGH!!!"
But as I said before, it was only half enough. By convincing him that pirates are cool and he could be one when we finished, Dylan let the gals finish rinsing his eye.
That's not to say that he didn't keep screaming about it, he just opened his eye for them.
After he was all dried off, Dylan got his cool eye patch.
Because he was so "good" he got to pick two stickers AND then I took him to the airport to look at airplanes. With his one good eye.
When we got home he got a piece of chocolate and immediately ripped off the patch. No no!
The patch is on until tonight at least sir!