I took little man to the eye doctor today.
He's been saying he can't see the smartboard at school.
I haven't a clue what a smartboard is?
What happened to chalk?
Were chalkboards deemed dumb?
I digress.
He was right. He can't see the smart or dumb board.
He looks like his dad. Talks like his dad. Laughs like his dad.
He sees like his mom.
He picked some "kick-butt" glasses (those are his words).
The ones that cost more than any other pair in stock.
He looks like his dad. Talks like his dad. Laughs like his dad.
He spends money like his mom.
I digress...again.
He's handsome and looks perfectly adorable
in the glasses he chose....all by himself.
The eye doc was sweet and told Trey he only needed to wear his glasses during class or when he's watching a movie or tv.
He said, "you'll be able to see what the teacher writes on the chalkboard."
I laughed. Frankie sighed and gave him his million dollar grin.