This morning, Will woke up with a very irritated eye. Will and I both have low pain tolerances and try to outdo each other in being dramatic when something is wrong.
After a quick internet search— “scratched eye treatment”— I found out that you need to wait for it to heal. So, I tried comforting Will with my words.
“Worse case scenario: you lose one eye. You still have the other one.”
“But I need the other one.”
So this is happening. Happy Sunday! May your eyes be perfectly moisturized, your eggs not burnt, and your Donkey Kong game on point.