For you parents out there, I have this question: do you ever experience those moments when you realize that because your child(ren) got 50% of their DNA from you, they are doomed in one way or another? Well, I had that moment yesterday at the optometrist's office with Jeromy, where we went for his annual eye exam and a new pair of glasses.
The doctor began the exam by having my boy read the very top line of a series of letters and numbers (with his current pair of eyeglasses on). You all remember how eye exams go right? Any-hoo, Jer couldn't read it, but, no biggie right? Doc let's down another set of slightly larger numbers and letters... "Um, I can't read those either." .... Another bigger set appears at the top.... "How 'bout now?"......"Um...no.." ..... By this time my face is scrunched up, trying to figure out if maybe my funny kid is just playing around, or if he really couldn't see. Yet another set of letters drops down, this time it was just two big letters...stil no cigar. Finally the doc lets down the very last line, which is just one GIGANTIC letter 'E'.... "Oh, it's an E!" .... Holy cow!
So the doc starts fiddling around with the eye exam machine, clicking around the levers, rotating lenses, etc. After about 20 minutes of "read the top line", "which is better, number one or number 2?", "how 'bout now?", "can you see that now?", "no, read from LEFT to right, not right to left," the doc finishes, and starts mumbling to himself as he starts writing all sorts of stuff in Jer's chart. "Well, he's definitely gonna need new glasses." Y'all, do you know how bad I wanted to say, "well duh!", but I didn't, since Jer was there. "So doc, how much worse did his eyesight get?" Are you all ready for it? My little man's eyesight went from 20/200 to slightly over 20/400!! Seriously?!
**SIGH** ..... So that's when I realize that my gorgeously handsome boy was doomed to the same fate I was dealt, and I could already see his future, filled with ever thickening glasses, which eventually will have to be special ordered due to the incredibly high prescription and very bad astigmatism. Oh, and by the way, I see dollar bills floating out the window because these special lenses cost a lot more than regular lenses. And when he's old enough to get contact lenses, it will be the same story: no optometrist office within a 500 mile radius will have the lenses he needs in stock, because guess what? Once again, they will have to be special ordered from the one company that makes them..... oh look, more floating dollar bills!
I was a bit surprised at the frames that he picked out, but after staring at his face for about 10 minutes straight, I realized that I like them. I like that they aren't the wire frames that tend to get bent in all sorts of ways due to Jer's very active lifestyle. What do you all think? He's stylin' right?
This kid can't resist a goofy face when he finds out I'm taking pics for the blog!
What can I say, he likes showing off for you.