Who Knew Dinosaurs Could Be So Dangerous?
A plastic dinosaur attack sent us to the E.R. yesterday. So there he was, my poor wounded six-year-old holding a towel to his eye, explaining to the nurse: “But what’s really weird is Brachiosauruses are plant eaters. They don’t NORMALLY attack people. It’s just weird.”
Then, they put that stuff in his eye to see if he’d scraped his cornea—you know, those eye drops that turn corneal scratches florescent green? (Actually, maybe you don’t know, and for that you should be grateful. My husband has scraped his cornea twice and he says it hurts like a mama bear.) So the boy now has an enormous bright green streak across his eye and instead of being freaked by the news of a serious eye injury, he’s excited because now he can shoot green lasers out of one eye. He can. Really. Just ask him.
And then that night, when we were home and all the excitement was over and he was finally winding down and I was whispering to him softly that I was sorry he got hurt but that he sure handled it well, he said he was sad now. Why?, I asked. “Because I thought my eye would glow in the dark but it doesn’t.”
To be six again.