Mean People Suck

I expected it to happen, but I didn't think it would happen so quickly or with so much viciousness.

"Your glasses are ugly."

"You look terrible."

"Those glasses are tragic."

At school, on the bus, even at dance class, Alexis has been ridiculed over the past few days.

Oof.

The good news is that she is still ecstatic to have the glasses. She loves everything about them. The bad news is that I can't escort her everywhere all through life so I can take care of the mocking myself. Kindergarteners shouldn't be saying these sorts of things and I'd be more than happy to make that crystal clear for them.

Alexis and I chatted for a bit about how sometimes kids are mean. They just are. We discussed jealousy and how sometimes kids don't pick the right words and most of all, we talked about what she thinks. She thinks her glasses are just like mine (which they are--it wasn't hard at all to figure out why she walked past the pink ones and selected the brown ones instead). If my glasses are "pretty" (her word), then hers must be, too.

But ... oof.

This growing up thing is hard.

 

(If you have any suggestions for comebacks Alexis could use, I'd appreciate them. So far she's rocking "Thank you" as her standard reply to mean comments.)

Party On, Gizmo

That's Gizmo all conked out in my header right now. He occasionally gets mentioned amidst some fun with food over at Mindy Bakes.

And So It Begins

So. This happened.

Alexis' reaction to the discovery that she is a little bit nearsighted was to throw confetti in the air, do the Dance of Joy, and order a parade in her honor to be held on this day every year for the rest of her life.

I wasn't quite so enthusiastic.

Forget Coke bottles, I need magnifying glasses to see. I'm so very nearsighted I'm nearly farsighted, often leading to "You're kidding, right?" being my response when the eye doctor asks me to read the first line on the chart. It's fine now because now I'm not trying to run up and down a basketball court or diving into a pool or doing any of the other things that suddenly become oddly complicated when glasses are involved.

Of course, I can't function without glasses. What's that? You say you've never seen me wearing glasses? There's a reason for that my friends. Contacts are where it's at. I'd rather take a bath in Penny's rotten pumpkin breath than wear my glasses. Science has not yet discovered a way to make my prescription result in lenses that are anything less than ten-pound bricks. See also: running up and down a basketball court wearing them was a giant pain in the butt. Go ahead and picture the bright neon strap that was involved with making that possible back in the 80's.

Alexis, on the other hand, is very barely nearsighted. According to the great Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, she would be allowed to drive without her glasses. You know, except for that whole thing where she can't reach the brakes. She only needs the glass to read the blackboard at school.

So far.

It's a slippery slope, this vision thing. Here's to hoping she doesn't wind up as blind as her mother in a couple of years.