Like a sharp stick in the eye

We all know that saying. But, how many of us really have had a sharp stick in the eye? Not many. Me either, until yesterday. It was nice fall weather yesterday afternoon, so I took Kian outside to play in the leaves. And with dead flowers. And with sharp sticks that had blown down from trees. Okay, it didn't really appear sharp or I would have taken it from him immediately. And, it was more like a twig. But, when he got too close to me and I tried to grab it, I ended up with a stick in the eye. Luckily it was the corner of my eye, it wasn't more than a grazing that left a little bark and some blood spots. Next time I think we'll stick with leaves and dead flowers...