7:00 a.m., the silence in the house is broken by my child's call to me, from another room, "Mom, please take care of my Opie eye!"
Huh?...
My mind is spinning trying to process this information, what sort of illness is Opie eye? Is it a variation of Pink eye? What is the cure? What is the cause? Why didn't I notice it? Why hadn't I heard of it?
I must be a terrible parent.
My mind goes back the 1960's sitcom 'The Andy Griffith Show' where Ron Howard played the sheriff's young son Opie. This must be the reference for Opie eye, I surmised. I can't think of a single thing wrong with the adorable little guy's eyes.
I'm not doing well sorting this out.
Then I hear it again, "MOM, Puh-lease take care of my Opie eye.... I can't go to school until you do!"
I decide to go to my child and have a look, perhaps this problem has another name that I'm familiar with.
As I walk up to her, tilt her head toward the light and have a look at her eyes she says in her best teenage I'm-disgusted-with-you tone, "What ARE you doing?"
"Why, I'm looking at your eyes. Which one is bothering you?" I counter in my best Doctor Mom voice.
To which she flatly retorts, "There is nothing wrong with my eyes."
"Then what is all this about you having Opie eye?” I asked now very confused.
She held out an extended hand with a form and a pen. The form that she wanted signed was saying that I have seen and agree with her Spanish - continued below ...