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I have to take the six year old off to the ophthamologist this morning. She's been fuming all week about the possibility of having to have her pupils dilated. Even the promise of getting to wear a kewl pair of wrap-around shades hasn't much mollified her.

Back later.

Yip! Yip!

UPDATE: Sorry about the double-vision entries earlier. Sometimes when I go to save a post, Moveable Type flips back to the log-on page instead of the editing menu and it looks as if I'd lost the post.

Anyhoo, we're all done. As I feared, the Llama-ette put up something of a stink about getting eyedrops and I had to use a certain amount of parental muscle to restrain her while the doc got them in. I must say, I didn't feel anywhere near as much compassion this time around as I had last August when I had to hold her while her lip got anesthetized for stitches.

We dropped by our local fambly restaurant for a late breakfast after we were done, the Llama-ette looking like Jackie-O in her wrap-arounds. As it happened, we sat next to a trio of women who were loudly discussing why Bob couldn't come up with the alimony for Barbara and the child if'n he wuz buying all that stuff fer himself. As we sat there, I noticed I was beginning to get the fish eye from these women. All men are guilty until proven innocent.