We took a trip to McCrappies for ice cream while we waited the 45 minutes it took for her eyes to completely dilate. People gave me funny looks. And stared. A LOT. It made me want to punch them in the eye. I mean, just look at the jerks in the back ground of this pic. What are they doing? Staring. At my teeny tiny Littlest, who is maybe neither teeny nor tiny; but thats not the point. STARING. AT.A.BABY. meanies.
After a few trips down the slide I convinced her that it would be best to get our butts back to the Dr. so we could finish up the madness and see if she needed to get some glasses. I did NOT want her to have glasses. Neither did she. But she was a champ and crawled up in that big ol' chair surrounded by crazy looking contraptions. She didn't cry. She didn't whine. All I could think was "Holy Crap, she is so SMALL!"
Minutes later we were done. It was all over, she stocked up on stickers and walked her happy behind out the door. Glasses Free (hopefully for life). Awesome.