Fat Ears and Red Eyes

The boys go to school.  They come home.  When I ask what they did that day I usually get one of two responses: “I don’t remember” or “Nothing.”  Getting anything out of the boys about how their day went at school is nearly impossible.  I was quite interested, then when Carter started talking about his day before even getting off the bus.  He had seen a deer cross the road at his friend Isaiah’s bus stop and he was excited to tell me all about it.  Sure enough his bus driver John confirmed the deer sighting explaining that the deer had antlers but that all the boys on the bus insisted the deer was a momma deer (I find this kind of sweet.)  When I asked Carter if the deer had antlers on its head he told me “No momma, it had BIG FAT EARS!”

Carter had even more to tell me about his day.  On the monthly calendar his teacher sends home that highlights their daily activities, we had read that they were to celebrate Evan’s birthday.  This means that the birthday child brings in a special snack to share with the class.  Carter loves snack, especially special birthday ones.  I asked Carter if Evan brought in a special treat to share with the class.  In a most disappointed voice he said “Evan was not in school today.  He has a red eye or something like that, I don’t remember what my teacher say-ed” (Carter says say-ed instead of said like the rest of us).

Red eye.  This can only mean one of a couple things.  Either Evan caught a red eye flight and was not in school due to jet lag and lack of sleep or several rogue bacteria decided to go rouge thinking that pink was to fluffy sounding for their  leather jacket, chain wearing gang and wanted to kick it up a notch.  Either way there was no birthday snack.  And now I am on the look out for pink eye.  Or red eye.

About Shoes

I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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9 Responses to Fat Ears and Red Eyes

  1. oh joy to the pink eye bug..,hope it passes you guys!Your boys are too cute I just wanna squish them…you know in the non violent way!!!

  2. mommysaidaswearword says:

    I ALWAYS got pink eye when I was a kid. And it always spread to both eyes. Once I had double pink eyes and a bee sting on my chin. Terrible.

    • shoes says:

      Oh my, that sounds awful, please tell me it was the day before class pictures. 🙂 I remember as a child waking up one morning with my eyes crusted shut. It was scary and icky – ugh!

  3. Jodi Stone says:

    My kids always said pink eye was because someone farted near your eyes. 🙂 I hope your boys don’t get the pink (red) eye, it is so not fun and really, really contagious!!

    • shoes says:

      Hahaha – nasty! We had pink eye last Fall. Both boys and myself got it but somehow Husband managed to avoid getting it.
      By the way, I sent you an email a couple days ago with a dog product related question, perhaps you need to check your spam folder. 🙂

  4. Beth says:

    Hope the chain wearing gang of bacteria get the message that you will not put up with their nonsense! Having to do the eye drops 2x a day for 10 days gives 20 opportunities to at the worst gouge out your child’s eyes and at best force you to pin your child down in a headlock – highly unpleasant.

    • shoes says:

      I shake my fist at you, you nasty punk bacteria! Eye drops are awful. I have to lay Carter on my bed, pin him down, while holding his head between my knees and drip in the drops then usually end up running down his cheeks (mixed with his tears). Then as soon as I let him have use of his hands and after threats not to touch his eyes, he rubs his eyes with his fists and then wipes them on my pillowcase. Then I have to wash bedding again. That was the scene last Fall.

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