Sebastian has had a cold for the last week or so, and yesterday woke up with goopy eyes as well. Off to the doctor to get a prescription for eye drops (he hates the doctor's office, and started crying as soon as I pulled into the parking lot). We have to put one drop in each eye three times a day. Needless to say, he really, really doesn't like the drops. Last night I pinned him down while Steve put the drops in, while Seb thrashed like mad and screamed bloody murder. When we finished and let him up, he ran away from us and stood in the corner of his bedroom, sniffling, crying, and glaring at his tormenters/betrayers. It was sad, of course, but also really funny. He didn't know what to do with himself and his upset, since running to one of us for comfort was clearly out of the question.
The pictures are unrelated - just my boys in their stripey pjs, giggling together.
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