Growing up, my mom had a name for the look my oldest child now gives me on a regular basis: Hairy Eyeballs
Sometimes this glare of death and disdain is accompanied by statements like Mom, I can do it myself, or Mom, I didn't want milk to drink, or Mom, my name is not ornery pants magee. Other times it's merely a response to me suggesting silly things like perhaps it's too cold to set up the swimming pool in the middle of November. Whatever the circumstances, it always cracks me up when I'm able to snap a shot of Hyrum's hairy eyeballs.


1 comment:
Those are indeed hairy eyeballs.
MOM
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