An Eye for An I

When I was in Minneapolis, Aunt Coco watched my son for a few hours while my husband went shooting.

At the airport, my sister said, "Hey, guess what I taught Tiny?"

"What?" I was busy and distracted and looking for my luggage.

"I taught him 'eye.'"

Oh did she ever. My son's latest obsession is poking my eyeballs out and shouting "EYE! EYE! EYE!"

It's gotten to the point that when my husband and I are talking, and one of us is holding the little man and says something like, "I am going to the grocery store later today," all of a sudden we're fending off a little finger that is jabbing us in the EYE! EYE! EYE!

Oh, the joys of parenting. I'm thinking of wearing an eye patch out of a deep-seated desire for self-preservation. What do you think, fashionable? ;) I'll post a video as soon as eye have time.