stravinsky, stromboli, or something like that

So two years ago (or so), we noticed one of Princess's eyes turning in slightly, especially when she was looking at something up close or was very tired. Being the no one's going to the doctor unless it's broke or bleeding precautionary, responsible parents that we are, we promptly took her to an opthamologist to check things out. Turns out, she has stravinsky or stromboli or something like that which makes the muscle do weird things and allows her eye to turn in slightly. I had the same thing as a kid and needed surgery to correct it.

Strabismus! That's what it's called. I can never think of it when I need to.


Well.


Translation? "Your daughter needs glasses, and they are going to cost a lot of money."

Well, ok. Nothing but the best for Princess, right? I mean, these are her eyes we're talking about. They are pretty important.

So Princess and I hop in the van and travel to our local big retailer-one stop shop kind of place where our son has been fitted for glasses in the past. We are in search of cute frames. Very cute frames. Because although she is young, she is a girly girl and slightly vain and will want cute frames. After trying on several frames every frame in the store, she settles for some cute little pink ones that were not that expensive as I recall.


Yeah.


The FRAMES were not that expensive, but the lenses? Goodnightnurse! We always bought Rufus what we call a-pair-and-a-spare because you know, kids are kids and they lose, break, sit on, throw away or ultimately demolish and destroy things that they shouldn't. However, we could not afford to buy her a spare pair because we could have bought three of Rufus's for what her one little pair was going to cost...at the local big retailer-one stop shop kind of a place.

Turns out they were bifocals. That she only needs to wear while reading or doing school, you know, close-up stuff.

I know! Weird, huh? I have never in all my born days seen a seven year old with bifocals, but apparently, that's what she needed.

So bifocals she needs? Bifocals she gets.

Well.

I notice yesterday that Wild Man is making his way down the stairs much, MUCH slower than usual, and this is what I hear, "I neena, I neena wear Sissy's gwasses." He talks like that sometimes. You know, like Foghorn Leghorn...I say, I say.

Anyway, this is what I see stumbling down the stairs.


Poor little thing. He's lucky he didn't just somersault his way down, what with wearing bifocals and all.

I convinced him that he really didn't need glasses and he handed them over. They must have hurt his eyes because he never ever gives in that easily.

Her platinum-plated (you know I jest) spectacles now look like THIS:




because she didn't keep them in THIS:



And I know Wild Man didn't do it because I haven't seen her in them for a while now, and I found them the other day UNDER a huge stack of books she is reading.

Am I happy that we are raising a bibliophile? Yes, indeed, I really am. However, there must have been some misunderstanding about the actual placement of the specs. See, they are really more beneficial when placed ON your face, rather than BENEATH your giant mountain of heavy, hardback reading material.

Perhaps we weren't clear. But the next pair is coming out of her allowance or what remains of her college fund, most of which we've donated to the pediatric dentist.

But that's another post entirely.

I think I'll have a stromboli and call it a day.

Ciao.