Ever since I was in kindergarten, I have worn glasses. My first pair was these HUGE pink things. Throughout the years, they have been all different types. Some that looked like John Lennon frames. A pair or two that I hated. Maybe more. I was so happy when I was old enough to have contacts. They were the best thing since homemade bread! And, homemade bread is wonderful! I had violet contacts one time. Loved them! Fast toward 25 years, and my kids are old enough for trips to the doctor. So, today its Jack, Parker and me. Parker has been here before. He’s cool about the whole thing. Jack on the other hand, not so much. When he thinks about a doctor, he thinks about being sick and shots. So, just imagine what he thinks is going to happen at the eye doctor! I finally made him happy by telling him that the doctor could give him a black eye if he wanted one. He really asked if the doctor could give home one. I said sure. But, he then asked if he would have to pop out his eyeball and put in a new one. Not sure how this is going to go…..
