He hates them.
I hate them.
He needs them.
I know he needs them.
I hate them.
He looks adorable.
People tell me how cute he is. People notice. They notice the glasses. The look questioningly at why only one has a bifocal. They don't ask, but they notice. I haven't created my spiel yet. I will. But I'm still digesting. Still processing this latest edition of the eye chronicles.
I think he looks like the kid from Jerry McGuire. I haven't been able to get "You had me at hello" out of my head. It's kind of fitting. He did have me at... well, not hello, but more like "waaaahhhhh". Same difference.
