One tired family

My sister Diane came to visit yesterday. Her daughter Gwyn slept over. It was fun, but those two girls (Gwyn and Ellie) can make a mess faster than your pinky can reach for the Enter key. Gwyn has a younger brother Jack that could compete in crawl races and pulls out anything not fastened with barbed wire.

She's a looker, that one

I took Ellie to the eye doctor today. She went for kid's day last year and did really well. She was a bit more shy and scared this year, but with coaxing did pretty much all of the tests. She asked a lot of questions about the exam chair. I told her the doctor uses it to look at your eyes.

Ellie insisted that the doctor uses it to look at and hurt your eyes. She pointed at a picture on the wall. It was an image of an optic nerve surrounded by images of different diseased retinas. To Ellie it was a big red eye cut into pieces. I couldn't talk her out of that.

When the doctor came in, she immediately pointed at the picture and said it was a hurt eye. He responded with that authority that only doctors have, Yes, we have big red eye on the wall. But your eyes aren't red are they? They're blue. Duh, why didn't I think of that.

Ellie was still a bit afraid of him, but they did pretty well.