Tom came home all set to play with little D. and WHAM! Dylan flailed his little arm with his little thumb with his not-yet-clipped thumbnail and, with great random aim, he raked his little thumb with his NYCT right across Tom’s cornea!
Luckily, Tom’s no stranger to torn corneas (thanks to that black belt dude whose long toenails got the better of Tom’s eyes way back when…), so he knew straight away that this burning and itching he was feeling in his eyeball was a job for the Urgent Care doctor.
Yeeeesh…
What a week we’ve been having. So far, I’m the only one who has not had to see a doctor (not for myself, anyway).
