{"id":605,"date":"2009-06-26T13:47:58","date_gmt":"2009-06-26T13:47:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2009\/06\/26\/a-back-eye\/"},"modified":"2009-06-26T13:47:58","modified_gmt":"2009-06-26T13:47:58","slug":"a-back-eye","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2009\/06\/26\/a-back-eye\/","title":{"rendered":"A Back Eye"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Daddy,” my five year old asked. “Does mommy have a back eye?”<\/p>\n

I was making breakfast, still feeling a little blurry from a late night playtest the previous evening. “What?” I yawned. “No, no I don’t think so. Why would she have a black eye?”<\/p>\n

“No,” he tugged on my pajama pantleg. ”A backeye, does she have a backeye?”<\/p>\n

“No. They’re brown. The same as yours and mine.”<\/p>\n

“A backeye,<\/em>” he shouted. “Not a black eye, a backeye!”<\/p>\n

“Huh?”<\/p>\n

He reached back and fluffed up the hair on the back of his head. “You know, a back eye. A back eye.”<\/p>\n

Ah. His mom has been maintaining the idea that she has eyes in the back of her head (click here for details<\/a>). I handed him his plate of waffles. “Oh,” I said. “You mean eyes in the back of her head. You’ll have to ask her. I’m staying out of that.”<\/p>\n

He stared at me for several heartbeats, but I was wearing my “inscrutable daddy” face. Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh and carried his plate to the table.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“Daddy,” my five year old asked. “Does mommy have a back eye?” I was making breakfast, still feeling a little blurry from a late night playtest the previous evening. “What?” I yawned. “No, no I don’t think so. Why would she have a black eye?” “No,” he tugged on my pajama pantleg. ”A backeye, does she have […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[123,122,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-605","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-cute","category-daddytales-n","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-9L","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=605"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}