Why? Why? Why?

Yesterday afternoon, Zachary came running in the house crying, not screaming or anything. He told me he had hit himself in the eye with a stick. Well, there wasn't any blood and he didn't have anything in his eye, so don't worry too much. But when I looked at his eye, I could see the scratch on the lens. We went to the eye doctor this morning. It's close by, so I told Kurtis he could take the car to work. It was raining. No big deal, just a little rain. The eye doctor confirmed my thesis that he had scratched his lens. Yeah, I know. I'm a genius. So now he has to have eye drops put in his eyes. One is an antibiotic and the other is just the fake tears. I really hope that this is not a sign of what's to come for the year. I mean, seriously, can't we get through one year with out a trip to the emergency room? Boys are idiots and we always pray that they grow out of it, but they don't. They just don't.