Yesterday was the first water polo practice for Evan and I knew he was going to be hurting when I saw the other players filing out of the school rubbing their eyes and wincing in pain. Evan's eyes do not love chlorine. Evan stumbled out last, made his way to the car like a blind folded kid playing pin the tail on the donkey, with his arms outstretched, fell into the car and asked me to take him to the pharmacy for anything that could soothe his eyes. Once at the pharmacy I got in line to ask the pharmacist for advice and Evan wandered into the snack aisle. Evan, with his red and swollen eyes, returned with his arms full of cookies, pretzels, cheese sticks, and beef jerky just as I was explaining to the pharmacist that his eyes were burning from chlorine. The pharmacist looked at Evan's eyes and gave him that little sideways look which says "Sure kid, I believe those red eyes are from"chlorine". You might have your mother fooled, but I am not that gullible."
I could hardly keep a straight face. So I gave the pharmacist half a wink and pretended that I knew my kid was wasted and was trying to hide it from my husband. I thought I was so hilarious and quite clever.
Today I called the athletic director at the school and complained about the chlorine.