I sat the boy down for breakfast this morning and noticed something a little... off. His eyes looked a bit red. Well, a lot red. (the shade of this blog or thereabouts) (Also, the second I thought it might be infectious my own eyes started itching) So I had to keep him home from preschool. I took him to the walk-in clinic, and was thereby advised that he does indeed have the Dreaded Pinkeye. (I only have psychosomatic pinkeye)
We were given a prescription for eyedrops, and we went to the drugstore to pick it up. We had to wait for it for 20 minutes, most of which Ian spent advising strangers that his Mommy and Daddy think he has a pink and red eye.
Sigh.
I took a picture:
He wouldn't hold still, and the pink eyes didn't really show up. So I digitally enhanced it:
Then I found out the hard way that he can shoot lasers out of his eyes:
Hopefully the eyedrops will help both conditions.
1 comment:
was going to write oh poor boy, but you MAJORLY creepified him in your "enhancement" pics Leoal! Like horror movieish. I can't look!!!!
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