My entire childhood, I avoided pink eye.
Not yet 2 1/2 years as a parent, though, and my kid gives it to me.
Nathan woke up Sunday with a bad dream at about 5:30 AM and never really got back to sleep. Last night, it was more like 4:30. He slept a little after that, but never really got all the way back to sleep.
This morning as we were all lying in bed completely bleary-eyed, Meredith asked him if he remembered his dream. "I a bug, and bird eating me. And I dying."
Poor kid. Kids have scary dreams.
Other than the whole nightmare thing, Nathan's doing great. Last night, happily, there were no nightmares. Unhappily, Nathan didn't go to sleep until about 11 PM. I asked at his daycare this morning if they could drop the espresso from the toddler snacks. The director said she'd consider cutting back, but quitting cold turkey was bad.
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Somewhat less holy than some other things he's said: A couple of weeks ago, Nathan became fascinated by Meredith's pantyhose, and tried wearing them. Later, he was looking for one of them. He's figured that 's' indicates plural, thus the immortal phrase: "Where my panty-ho?" Where, indeed?
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We're all basically healthy now. The pink eye that Nathan gave me cleared up, then returned ten days later in my other eye. It's gone again -- hopefully for good. Meredith never got it.
Sometimes the headlines just write themselves.
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