Eyeballs to Robots

I got a call from Rose at about ten o’clock Thursday night.

“Uh, did Linnea call you?”

“No. What’s up?”

“Well, Carrie got nail glue in her eye. She thought it was eye drops. The bottles look the same: nail glue and eye drops. It’s so stupid that they make them look the same. And now her eye’s sealed shut and she’s refusing to go to the hospital. She’s going to go blind.”

A variety of phone calls, text messages, Poison Control, and forty-five minutes later, Carrie sent a photo of her released eyeball on the group sibling chat. No damage done. Leave it to Carrie-Bri to fix her own glued eye.

 

Friday morning, the boys joined me in my drive to the Big House where Carrie and I recorded Episode 56. Her eye was only “a little scratchy”. When Dad checked in with her via text to check on the condition of her sight that morning, she texted him gibberish.

Grandma Combs joined the party that morning, bringing a box of MLB fruit snacks for the boys. I think we all participated in that one. When Carrie and I emerged from our recording studio (aka “Dad’s basement office”), a box of brightly colored wood blocks was being scattered all over the living room floor by the chubby brown hands of Second Son. This was the floor show, and it was a success with the ladies.

 

We hung around into the mid afternoon while Oxbear drove in to Clayton for a chiropractor appointment, Carrie-Bri and Francis took Grandma back on the way to their summer final, and Linnea met a friend for lunch. This was after Puck and Yali took turns smashing their Uncle Fran in the face with couch pillows. Yali applauded his own efforts.

When Oxbear picked us up at 3:30, he had grand plans to build a mosquito catcher in the front yard. I advised trying it on another day, given the time.

“But I just want to kill some mosquitoes so bad!”

 

Once the boys were tucked in: all six Snicketts kids, Oxbear, and Jaya convened for movie night. Carrie’s suggestion: one hour and three minutes of 1953’s “Robot Monster”. Looked like another Snicketts classic, with rich lines like,

“I’m bossy? You’re so bossy you oughta be milked before you come home at night.”

And:

“You look like a pooped out pinwheel.”

Joe took a screen shot of that one.

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