Sunday, September 16, 2007

Why do you hate my eyeballs?

Today I got hit in one eye with a sharp toddler fingernail and the other eye with a surprisingly well-handled drumstick. Robin was the former, Lucy was the latter.

Through searing eyeball pain, I marveled at the fact that you don't see as many dads with eyepatches as you would think, based on the sheer numer of eye pokings that must take place at any given second around the world.


Angela said...

By drumstick, do you mean an actual drumstick used for percussive purposes, or one that you'd find in a bucket of KFC? I'm sincerely hoping it was the latter...for your sake and mine. :)

Wes W. said...

Actual drumstick. Somehow I could taste the wood through my eyeball. It was a weird sensation.