The Kid that Cries Wolf

One day my dear daughter comes home and complains more than usual about her eyes. She is doing her squint and blinking thing with much more intensity, so I sped up our yearly appointment with the doctor. We finally got in to see him about two and half weeks after I called. The whole time she has been complaining she can’t see the TV right, her books are blurry, her head hurts, etc.. We are in the appointment. The doctor is doing his thing with round glass instruments popping them over her eyes and talking to her. He casually asks how school is, ’Fine’ she says, the normal response. Then he asks if any other kids have gotten new glasses recently. She beams up at him, Why ,’YES!’ How did you know?’ This is when he winks at me.

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