I have an eye thing. I have never had my vision tested, because once my husband told me they puff air in your eyes, any inkling I may have had to get an eye exam evaporated. Husband has no eye fears, having worn contacts for most of his life. He even went so far as to have PRK vision correction. His procedure was videotaped. Not only was it recorded, he has watched the recording. Not only has he watched it, he has convinced others to watch it with him. He has done this more than once. I have still never participated. I can't even wear sunglasses, because they're too close to my eyes for my comfort.
Last weekend, while I was watching my niece, 5-year-old Diva, and nephew, 2-year-old Buddy, Diva got a time out. While in time out, Buddy sat quietly next to her. He's so protective of his big sister. As her time out ended, and I was hugging her, I glanced at Buddy, still sitting quietly...SHOVING A TOY INTO HIS EYE. What. The.
"AAH! BUDDY, STOP!" He stopped, removed the toy, looked at my panicked face, and cried. He'd actually gotten this thing (it was a small peg that belongs to one of my son's games) a couple of millimeters into his eye socket. He wasn't hurt, my yelling had just scared him. I'm glad for that - maybe he won't try it again. I hope I didn't end up giving him my eye phobia, though. It's certainly not healthy. Besides, I have my own children to permanently traumatize.
