Avast, Ye Scury Dogs!

My parents got back from a camping trip yesterday. As they were driving home, my dad started to have some problems with one of his eyes. Seeing spots, floaties, things like that.

Today he went to the hospital, and found that he had a small tear in his retina. No big deal, as it turns out. He was referred to a doctor up in St. Cloud and they drove up there, had the laser surgery, and were back by 4. Pretty amazing stuff, really.

Anyway, my mom had called from St. Cloud, letting me know everything was ok. After the usual "Is he okay?" question, what do you think was the next question out of my mouth?

"Does he look like a pirate?"

I sure do love them pirates.