[flickr id=”5993418909″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]Last year Molly and Kennedy were playing and there was an incident.  A finger (or was it a dinosaur?) went astray and Kennedy got poked in the eye.  Her left cornea was scratched and after almost a week of pretty hefty pain she was better.  The scratch was off to the side and not a major concern.

This morning while goofing off on the bus a plastic folder went astray.

Once again the big beautiful brown eye (the left one) got in the way.

This time the scratch is right over the pupil.  It’s still not very large, but the location is a concern. They don’t want it to scar.

Kennedy is miserable.

Molly?  Feels horribly guilty.

Guilty to the point of thinking she was going to be on the news for what she’d done.

I reassured her that the news doesn’t cover stories like this.

To which I got:

“So when our house burns down they’ll come?”

Um…our house won’t burn down.

~knocking on every piece of wood I can find~