The Eye Exam

At dinner we were telling funny stories.

I just have to share this one with you.

When Monkey Wrench was 11 he had an eye exam. He ended up with glasses. Glasses that he didn't wear. Glasses that he said he didn't need - and didn't appear to need. I remember thinking, "How did I miss him being so blind?" He lost them doing the 12 days of Christmas for a family. Lost in the snow. We looked and looked, but no glasses.

So two years later, I take him in for another eye exam.

We- Me, Oldest, Monkey Wrench, Mini-Me, and Tree Monkey- are sitting in the exam room waiting for the doctor.

Monkey Wrench says, "I hate this part. Those words don't make any sense to me."

I perked up. Words?

"What do you mean those words don't make sense, Monkey Wrench?"

"They ask you to read the chart and the words don't make sense. I can't read them."

**I flash back to the last eye exam where he keeps telling the other doctor, "I can't read any of it!" Light bulb goes on.**

I begin to laugh.

Hysterically.

I finally pull myself together, just in time to greet the eye doctor.

Sure enough he tells Monkey Wrench to "read" the chart.

I looked at him. Trying to NOT laugh.

I told him to just name the letters. He looked at me with wide eyes and asked, "really?"

"Yes."

Turns out he has perfect vision.





Epilogue:
I share this story with the regular eye doctor upon my next exam. She laughed. Hysterically!

She now tells the kids to "tell her what letters they see."