It's official. Both of my kids have inherited my defective eyesight. My seven-year-old son was complaining that things looked a little blurry. I figured it was time to get checked. Sure enough, the little guy was in need of some correction.
"Mama, do I get to pick out a pair of glasses?"
Well, I'm glad he was so excited about it.
He went over to the children's section and inspected his choices.
"Hmmm," he said scrunching up his eybrows. "I don't know which I should choose."
He decided to play a game of eeny meeny miney mo. After an exceedingly long version of the game, his finger landed on a pair of stylish Nike glasses. "Yay!" he said. "That's the pair I wanted anyway. I didn't like the other ones."
Well now, I'm so glad eeney meeny miney mo saved the day!