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I learned a few things when taking A-Boy to his 5 year check up at the pediatrican’s office.  First, never tell the kid that he is going to the doctor for a shot.  You’ll have to do some bribing to get him in the car.  Second, he has no problem lying to the doctor when it is to his advantage.  “I LOVE broccoli, it’s my very favorite!”  Liar.  And third, the kid has seriously cruddy vision.  Ugh.

Before booster shot time they gave him a vision screening.  A-Boy covered up his right eye and squinted at the chart.  “I can’t see it!”  The nurse thought it was because it was letters so she showed him shapes.  “I can’t see that either!”  So she moved him a lot closer.  He read all the letters and all the shapes.  She sent him back further and asked him to cover up his right eye again. 

“WHY DO YOU MAKE ME COME BACK HERE WHERE I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING??”"

I stifled a giggle and then heaved a heavy sigh.  Of COURSE the kid can’t see.  Neither of his parents can see without contacts or glasses.  His father is practically blind and has been since he was six.  It was only a matter of time before the kid needed them.  I was just hoping it wouldn’t be quite this early.

So we did the eye doctor thing.  His left eye has a lot of astigmatism and without correction he could get a lazy eye.  So of course, we are doing glasses.  We tried on frames.  Lots and lots of frames.  And I tried not to be annoyed that they didn’t have cool black plastic rimmed ones for little boys.  Finally I found some that were the appropriate amount of cuteness.

We picked them up a few days later and A-Boy has worn them without complaint ever since.  He LOVES them!  What’s not to love when you are five?  Your friends think they are super cool, everyone notices them and tells you how awesome you look, plus you get this way cool case.   Hopefully that feeling doesn’t fade.   

I, on the other hand, had issues.  I cried the first couple of days that he had them.  I mourned the fact that he had to wear them.  (Privately, he doesn’t know I felt that way at all) Would he get made fun of?  Would he be “the nerd”?  He just didn’t look the same!  And…I’ll be honest.  I thought he looked like a goober.  I made Samantha give him a haircut the day he got them so he looked less gooberish.  It didn’t help.  I still didn’t like them and resented the fact he had to wear them.  It took me a few days to take a real picture.

I was really surprised that I felt that way.  I mean, he’s my kid!  Who would think that way about their kid?  Apparently a lot of people.  Because when I told a few friends about it they confided that they felt the same way when THEIR kid got glasses.  It was hard at first, but they always got over it.  Who knew?  I’m adding that to my list of  Things That People Never Tell You.

I got over it too.  After watching him in glasses for a few days I realized that he isn’t just cute in them, he is ADORABLE.  They totally fit his personality.  He is a smart, handsome little kid.  But don’t tell him that.  He LOATHES when I call him handsome.  But, being the mom, I still do.  Because I can.

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