Last night before church, Autumn came running into my room crying and jumping up and down saying, well, yelling is more accurate, that there was something in her eye. I opened her eye as much as I could and I blew in it. She's still jumping up and down. I opened her eye again, tell her to look up, then down, to the left, to the right. I see nothing. I told her to rub it and maybe it will fall out. Then she says...
"Mommy, I think there is a grape in my eye."
Me - A grape?
Autumn - Well, a piece of a grape.
Me - Autumn, why would there be a piece of a grape in your eye.
Autumn - I don't know.
So, I open her eye again (Remember this whole time she is jumping up and down. I've had dirt get in my eye before, its not fun, but...). This time, sure enough, I see a piece of a grape. The skin of a grape to be exact. It took me a little while longer and I managed to get it out. Then this conversation followed.
Autumn - Thanks, mom.
Me - Autumn, why was there a grape in your eye?
Autumn - It was just a piece of a grape.
Me - Autumn? (In a slightly yelling tone...slightly!)
Autumn - I pulled off a piece of the skin, and pretended I was putting a contact in my eye.
Oh! the joys of being Autumn's mommy!