When my youngest son was small he asked me what color eyes his cousin had- they weren’t brown, or blue or green so what color could they be?

Was there any other color he asked in amazement, could someone say, have yellow eyes or orange eyes?

His face was pale because an entire universe that had not existed for him a few minutes before had opened up in biblical proportions right then and there.

Sorry to say, I informed him with heartfelt regret, humans could not have yellow or orange eyes…his cousin’s eyes I told him were hazel.

” Really? ” he asked me ” she has….Weasel Eyes?

My son was six and I was once the older sister who moved her younger sister’s doll around at night so that when she woke up in the morning she would think her Baby Alive had come to life at night and crawled around her room.

” Yes. ” I said. ” Yes she does. She has weasel eyes.”

” How Mom, how did she get ….weasel eyes.”

The years fell away from me and as they did the Anita Marie from a long time ago roared back to wherever it was she had hiding, or banished to and she leaned down and whispered into Julio’s ear, ” Her Mom got them on sale at KMart, they were on sale.”

” Really?” he asked me hopefully.

” Real as Santa Claus.”

Julio stamped his foot, just like the kids in the olden days and he said, ” You’re not funny.”

I thought about it and told him, ” You know, I think I am.”

Here’s the actual funny part- over 25 years later and we still refer to my sons cousin as ” Weasel Eyes ” and for some strange reason, we have taken to calling anyone who is a strange or odd as ” Weasel Eyes.”

Of that dig I am innocent.

My defense is simple:

The apple never really does fall far from the tree and my youngest Son is a man who has taken after his Mother’s heart. If Weasel Eyes grew to new highs or lows, blame him.

On the other hand, I am the older Sister who convinced her younger sister her doll was crawling all over her room at night and to this day, somewhere in the back of her head she still thinks it did.

RDP Thursday – WEASEL