I got a call from the school yesterday that Claire may have pink eye. Her eye was pink and watery and the boy that usually sits next to her was just diagnosed with it. I picked her up from school and she tells me, "I wish I didn't get moved to table 2!" I asked, "Why?" and she said, "Because Logan gave me a disease!"
Then, today she was nervous about getting the drops in her eyes again and asked if she could say a prayerso I said yes, and asked if she wanted to say it outloud or in her head. She said out loud. I was expecting something like "please bless that my eye won't hurt" or something like that. But instead she asked that the medicine would work, that her eye would feel fine when putting in the drops and said thank you for a wonderful mother that takes care of her. She sure is a sweet little girl!
