Waking up this morning was much like any other morning for me. I heard my son in his room begin to flip flop around in his bed at about 5:30. This is always when I shuffle out of bed to prevent future black eyes, as a week ago, he woke up, I decided to stay in bed, and he jumped on me “hugging me.” Black eye. As cute as that was, I have learned to just get up before he does . . .
As I shuffled around making my coffee still barely awake, I heard my daughter wake up. I made a fire because it was cold and snowing and noticed my little sweet pea wouldn’t stop rubbing her eye. I finally got a look at it, and realized she had pink eye.
So, at 5:30 AM, I fired up my laptop to research home remedies until I could call the doctor at 8. Of course, they had no appointments anyway and it is only pink eye, it’s keeping it contained that’s making me crazy.
I told her toward the end of the day, and right before I started dinner that I don’t like that her eye is inflamed. She said “I know you’re said my eye is pink, but I’ll be OK. You should shoot your gun, mommy.” I gave her a hug and said “That’s nice of you sweet pea, but your brother is hungry and it’s dark outside anyway.”
She said “I know. Light the candles in the pumpkins and shoot them! Bring in the pieces. Brother can eat the pumpkins.” (The now moldy pumpkins that I will be shooting because I cannot stand pumpkin flavored anything.) It made me smile. I thought this kid knows me.
Later, she really shocked me. I wanted to get a drop of saline in her eye and she wouldn’t let me. After the first drop earlier, she really decided she hated it. So it was time to bribe. What she wanted shocked me. We made a deal that I would put a drop in her eye, and she would get a piece of candy and be allowed to post a gun photo on my Facebook wall.
Needless to say, she picked a photo that she actually took of me putting my gas block back on my barrel. I think I’m raising a cute little gun lover.