Linux, musical road-dogging, and daily life by Paul W. Frields
The curse of four eyes.

The curse of four eyes.

Last week my daughter, who’s seven, went for a regular eye check up. As a result, yesterday we went to order her first pair of prescription eyeglasses. Two, actually — we assume she’ll lose one, since she doesn’t have to wear them for reading.

The optometrist told my wife, “Oh, her eyes look just like Paul’s.” And all I could say to Evie when I heard that was, “Oh gosh, honey, I’m so sorry.”

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