We are sitting around the dinner table, eating our dinner, chatting about who knows what. Eventually the topic shifts to eye color. Each of our 5 kids have different eye color. None of them have the same color as Laura or myself.
Kyle has the eye color of my mother. Ciárán has the eye color of my grandmother. Xavier has eyes similar to Laura. We don’t know where August and Déla get theirs from though.
It was while discussing this last fact that Laura brought up the story of when we had to take Kyle to the emergency room because we thought he had appendicitis 2 days before his 6th birthday. Turns out he didn’t, but that’s a different story.
So while trying to figure out where it hurt and how much, the nurse was leaning over Kyle. Noting that his eye color is vastly different from mine and Laura’s, she asks “Where did you get your eye color?”
His response: “The candy shop.”
Xavier is too young to understand, Ciárán is rather nonplused, but August and Déla laughed heartily at this. It cracks me and Laura up to this day.
After a moment Ciárán breaks in to say “That’s not at all funny.”
Of course this made us laugh all the more.
