Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Four Eyes

"Ross," I said at Church last Sunday, "Open your hymnbook and stop messing around."
"Okay," he replied. "What page?"
I pointed to the front of the chapel, where the hymn numbers were posted.
"Yeah, I can't see those numbers," Ross informed me.
I looked at Jake. Jake looked at me.
"Just what he needs" Jake mutters under his breath.

So Ross will be getting some spectacles! The recessive gene strikes again. It looks like he got my version of the gene, because I got my first glasses in the middle of third grade, too! (Jake can't remember. He doesn't remember much. I'll bet he doesn't remember his first kiss. I should ask him.)

I'm sure Ross will look handsome and distinguished in his glasses, but it is likely going to be expensive. I'll bet he loses them, sits on them, breaks off arms, pops out lenses, then loses them again. He probably won't try to belt sand them like I did in plastics class in 7th grade. I had some hate issues with my glasses. I really wanted contacts. Or maybe I had contacts, but wanted new glasses. (Maybe I don't remember much either. That's okay. I'm sure I didn't kiss anybody worth remembering before Jake, anyway.)

12 comments:

bionictrout said...

That's funny. I noticed that Mila's prescription was bad because she couldn't read the hymn numbers either. But then I forgot to tell Hailey about it for a couple of years, so she stuck with the bad prescription until Hailey (read: more responsible of the two parents) noticed she couldn't see clearly.

Gini said...

Well.. the grandkids are falling one by one in the glasses department! It's like a new club. AND...I remember Jake's first kiss.. it was from me!!!

Jolene said...

Alan and I are both blind as bats -I have felt really bad about passing it on to our kids. I think the hymn numbers were the tell-tale sign for a couple of our kids too.

One of my brothers served his mission in Canada where there were a lot of amish type communities. They were all going blind because of all of the marrying of cousins etc... I'm trying to arrange marrieages for my kids with people with good vision.

Jolene said...

Kelly B - I don't have your e-mail so I am commenting inappropriately on your blog. I am organizing a movie night - The Nanny Diaries at the Super Saver and dessert at the Cheesecake Factory - for this Thursday night. Are you in? - J

Lizzie said...

gini (mom)...I really don't think that is the kind of kiss kelly was referring to. You might confuse those who click on your name to see your profile and think that jakes first "kiss" was to a women who is twice his age.

Kelly,
I think I was five when I got glasses, so hopefully, my eye sight, which is the worst of the beeson bunch, won't be passed on to him

Molly said...

I just went to the eye doctor and my eyes were actually better than last year so maybe he'll eventually grow out of glasses!

Hailey said...

This story is all too familiar. I got my first glasses in second grade. I was hoping my kids would all get Ben's perfect vision, but to tell the truth, Mila's specs suit her personality to a tee.

Jake Beeson said...
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Kelly said...

Nice, Jake. I might have to delete that. This isn't that sort of blog.

Brett & Shireen said...

I think I was 8 when I got my first pair. They got thicker and thicker until they became the bullet proof glasses that they are today.

Now I was at your wedding and I don't remember Kelly trying anything too dirty in front of all your family and friends. I'm not doubting it happened, perhaps I didn't have a good view...

Jake Beeson said...

Not sure why I become the topic of the discussion so often. My first kiss was to my wife on our wedding day, after the man said you may kiss the bride, or in our case 'amen'. Then I asked permission of the bride and of her parents and the witnesses.

Kelly said...

See, now you've fixed it, and it isn't funny anymore. I think I like uncensored Jake better