Colorblind?

My eight year old grandson was eating a snack of carrots and ranch dressing after school today. He says very matter-of-factly, "These carrots will help my eye."

"What's the matter with your eye?" I asked.

"I got hit in the face with a soccer ball. It knocked me down and all I could see was black and white. I was colorblind."

"Colorblind? You mean you were seeing stars?"

"No, all I could see was black and white."

"Oh," I said, wondering if this was even a possibility. He was very convincing. "What happened?"

"I told you. I got hit in the eye."

"No, I mean after that. Did someone come to help you?"

"Yes, my PE teacher. The boy that kicked the ball said he was sorry about 20 times! He thought he broke my color vessels."

"Your color vessels?"

"Yes, you know, in my eye."

"Oh," I said again, actually wondering if we have color vessels in our eyes. "Well, are you okay now?"

"Yeah, the color's coming back. It's just a little black and white now."

I frown, trying to decide if I have enough time to take him to the doctor to get it checked out. I don't. I start to struggle with my overprotective nature but decide to wait and see what comes of it. At dinner, he asks his older sister (who sits across from him) if his eye is crossed and explains his eye condition, which apparently now includes being able to see in two directions. I mention that I should probably take him to get his eyes examined anyway. Oldest granddaughter exclaims, "Good, now he'll have to wear glasses, too!" He smiles.

After dinner I practiced my multi-tasking skills and I asked him to read a chapter in his book to me as I loaded the dishwasher. He read beautifully. Well, I'm thinking, "At least his vision isn't blurred!"

I love my grandchildren!