Diagnosis Confirmed
I took BiblioChild1 to the optometrist to updated his prescription and replace his misshapen and scratched glasses. I’m still not sure how the kid was able to see out of these things as they look like he dropped them on a slice of peperoni pizza, tried to clean the lenses with a tiny Dremel and sat on them in frustration before putting them back on his face. He was doing a good job working through the various tests, answering the questions from the Doc as best he can. “Which is clearer option 1 or option 2?” “Option 2 or option 3?” “Option 3 or option 4?” “Option 2 or option 3?” Ad nauseam The Doc then pulls out a color test where BiblioChild1 has to identify the number hidden within a bunch of colored dots. The boy flies through this test with no problem and is starting to get bored. I did what I normally do to break the monotony and tried to lighten the mood. “I’m not sure if this is relevant or not but BiblioWife has been telling me for years that I’m ...