It was sometime during second or third grade, I believe, that I first realized I wasn’t seeing the same things my classmates were seeing. I’d somehow discovered that if I pulled on the corners of my eyes, I could see better. The teachers noticed, said something to my parents, and shortly after that, I had my first pair of glasses.

The Girl, it turns out, has the opposite problem: she’s far-sighted.

The optometrist tells us it’s something she could outgrow in a few years.

There are some things, however, she’s likely to retrain for several years to come.