One vs. Three

G is hubs' first kid. My third. I'm not insensitive, I'm just not a rookie. There was a little pimple-looking bump under his eye.

Hubs: Have you seen his eye?

Me: (obnoxiously, I admit, not even looking up, but typing on my phone) What's wrong with his eye?

Hubs: It's red.

Me: (still not really looking) Doesn't look red.

Him: There's a bump.

Me: Gram, does it hurt?

Gram: No

Me: Itchy?

Gram: No

Me: Bugging you?

Gram: No

Hubs: It might be a stye.

Me: It's not on his eyelid. It's not a stye.

Hubs: It looks like a whitehead.

Me: Yep.

Gram: Is that bad?

Both of us: Nope

Gram: Can I go now?

Hubs: We'll keep an eye on it.

Gram: Is that a pun?

Me: Go play.

Hubs: Should we make an appointment?

Me: Hahaha. No.

Hubs: What is it?

Me: A bump. It happens.

Hubs: We'll keep an eye on it.

Me: Sounds good.

I dunno. It's just funny to me to watch him overreact. I'm sure I did it, too. It's gone this morning, by the way.