I got plowed in the eye by my 8 year olds head the other night during a wrestling match. It really, really, hurt. I had Ben take a look at it for me because I thought my eyeball was about to fall out of the socket. He had a very concerned look on his face as he examined my eye.
“Wow, Jess. I think you are getting a black eye. It looks really dark and puffy underneath your eye.”
I ran into the bathroom holding my breath. Checked the eye. Sigh of relief, immediately followed by a furrowed brow.
“Honey. That is just the horrible bags under my eyes. Nothing serious.”