Hank has pink eye. More accurately, Hank has pink eyes. Fun for all. I suppose it is just a matter of time before dear Miss Clara gets to join in on the festivities. My favorite tidbit of advice came from our doctor's office. Generally, we love our pediatrician. The nurses offer great advice and never give us a hard time regardless of the number of questions we ask. Today, though, some of the advice ignored that Clara and Hank can't really be separated. The nurse suggested we keep the kids apart or, at a minimum, we ensure they don't share toys. To that, I offer a hearty "Ha".
In a terrible way, I do hope Clara gets it quickly, so we can get them both treated and on their merry way without reinfections. For now, it's the joy of trying to get eye drops in a wee eyes--a skill I apparently lack.
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Oh no! Good luck with the pink eye.
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