I felt that I had something in my eye so I was looking in the bathroom mirror as the Young Extroverted One was . . . um . . . sitting on the throne (it’s a long story that involves brown recluses that we share our home with and some other insecurities that we are still trying to work out).
I randomly said, “YEO what would you do if my eyeball popped out?”
To which she responded, “I would freak out!”
I was kind of hoping she’d say something like, “I would remain ever so calm and pick up your eyeball and put it in a bag of ice (what does one do with a popped-out eyeball?) and call 9-1-1 to save your life.”
Hell, I would freak out too. But don’t tell a potential victim whom you’re about to rescue that you’d freak out. Right?