Lina and I were sitting in our sun room on Sunday playing with Miles. He was being his usual happy self; walking, talking-ish, climbing all over the place...when out of nowhere - POKE! Miles jabbed Daddy straight in the eye. My eye was wide open. Boy did it HURT. Much to my surprise, Miles was able to hit my eyeball before I could flinch or blink...I never saw it coming. To think, I've caught in my eye lashes pieces of flying wood chips propelled from chain-saws, nats in mid flight, screaming dust particles from any number of gusty days, but I was unable to defend against his one inch finger.
My eye turned bloodshot, teared like I lost my dog (had I had one I cared about), my head pounded (requiring two Maximum Strength Excedrin), I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up eye drops with itch relief and even had to wear a patch thru the night. Man Miles what a shot.
He was great, however. He must have sensed something because he came to me three separate times to give me a hug. Makes it worth the pain actually. Though I might just pretend he gets me next time just for the hugs.
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Doh! Great post though; its making me chuckle out loud .... -Pito
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