Zoe, Hazel (now 2 months old) and I are at the dinner table while Zoe finishes her cookie. “Pretty soon,” Zoe tells Hazel, “you might get glasses like me and mommy!” She says this as if getting glasses is like sledding or eating ice cream: something to look forward to as you grow up.
I ask Zoe if she thinks Hazel would look good in glasses. “Yeah,” Zoe replies. “then she won’t look plain like she does now.”
It’s almost enough for me to want Hazel to get glasses early like her sister. Almost.