Olivia’s first trip to the eye doctor (who happens to be my good friend and her good friend’s dad) was marked by the same sort of trepidation normally reserved for interactions with people with whom she’s not as familiar. I suppose the eye-relaxing substance the assistants sprayed her with prior to the exam may have calmed her tense eye muscles, but it did little for her nerves.Our daughter had to be convinced that A.J.’s dad is as nice in his practice as he is in person. Of course, by the end of the exam she was begging us for glasses—we assured her that having been born to parents with such tremendous four-sight, corrective lenses were a virtual and visual lock—and the chance to peer through the “eye machine” again.
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