Guess what Julia woke up with this morning?
It seems to be a required right of little kid passage. I remember getting pink eye at about the same age. And, for good measure, giving it to my sister.
The erythromicin gel applications have begun.
Meanwhile, the pink-eyed monkey is firmly ensconced on the couch, watching "The Princess Bride." (Because letting her watch the live coverage of the Michael Jackson Memorial Celebrity Circus would be so so wrong.)
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