In the middle of a baseball game I started saying my eye hurt. Mommy took me up to the paramedics and they were super awesome at helping me wash my eye out. Whatever it was wasn’t bothering me any more and we went back down and got Dad and Emmer and said it was time to go home. Daddy said we should have it washed out again because it was still there, whatever it was. We went back up and the paramedics, after way too much negotiation, were able to get me to wash it out again over the sink. IT came out eventually… we will don’t know what it was. Something slimy? A booger? Who knows! The drama is never-ending.
