Friday my 4th grader woke up with pink eye. She’s fine and I’m really proud of her for doing so well getting the eyedrops. I made her laugh with my imitation of what it feels like to wait for an eyedrop to plop into your eye (a contorted “nnngggggghhhhh… gaaahhhh” face).
Unfortunately, my husband and I both realized we’ve contracted the same illness. No, not pink eye (yet). Pink eye paranoia. Along with frequent handwashing, here are some of the symptoms: