Friday, May 23, 2008

Pink eye hell...

My dearest boy,
Please keep your hands to yourself at daycare from now on.
Otherwise I will be forced to send you there in a Hazmat suit.
I know I said you should share, but I was really referring to toys and not germs.
Screaming, crying and flailing does not help me get the eye drops in your eyes.
No I will not buy you a red Mustang with white stripes if you cooperate.
Yes that was a bad word mommy said earlier while you were flailing and screaming.
Please do not repeat it at daycare next week.
Thank you,
Your loving mother.

3 comments:

Julie B said...

oh no! I can totally relate to how hard it is to get drops in the eyes of a child who is flailing around...not fun! Mara got sand in her eyes last week and trying to get saline in her eyes to rinse them...torture for all of us.

Corey~living and loving said...

oh my word....I'm totally trying not to laugh, but I can't help it. this cracked me up. Daycare is just the BEST!

hugs!

Mama Zen said...

I can't tell you how many vulgar words Baby Puppy has learned during the administration of medication!