I asked my eight-year old son today what color his eyes were.
He tried to think of the word for the color in between blue and green and replied with, "Corduroy."
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But I've never heard them rub!
I have - when he's tired. He rubs them and they squeak, and I freak out, imagining detached retinas or scratched corneas. Paranoia runs in the family.
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