Apples and Trees

Rocket Ted is having a Gratuitous Domestic Moment (TM) about family traits.

I, on the other hand, am concerned about some of my own.

As it happens, I literally cannot see clearly past the end of my nose. I've worn glasses (now contacts) since third grade.

Well, this week, the five year old spectacularly failed her school vision test. I hope, I hope what happened was that she simply wasn't paying attention (a distinct possibility). I'm bolstered in this hope by the fact that a month or two ago, the pediatrician did not notice anything especially out of order. In any case, we've got to cart her off to the opthamologist to check things out.

Sigh. I sincerely hope that neither she nor the other two Llama-ettes inherited my appalling vision. (Actually, I'm not worried about the seven year old. That girl has the eyes of an eagle.) Somehow, the idea of that sweet, sweet face having to be bespectacled makes me quite sad.