On Monday, Jonah came down the stairs and honked at me. Instead of saying, “hi, mom,” he honked like a baby with croup, so I kept him home. We headed immediately to the pediatrician.

The doctor asked him what his symptoms were. He honked and then he said his throat hurt, had a cough and his eyes hurt.
“Your eyes hurt?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I told her. “He’s been complaining about that a lot lately”.

So, she gave him a strep test and an eye test. He passed the strep test, but failed the eye exam. Looks like glasses for little Jonah. Probably, not surprising since both Steve and I have crappy eyes, but we were hoping that he had escaped the myopia curse.

Later that afternoon, he seemed to be feeling better so I didn’t cancel the boys’ trip to the dentist. She polished his bottom teeth that have come up horizontally like shark teeth. Her brush navigated around the chasm between the front two. When I asked if he was going need braces, she laughed. Not so much with the professionalism, lady.

In one day, Jonah learned he needed glasses and braces. In one day, all chances of seamlessly sliding through his middle school years were dashed. He doesn’t seem to care, but he doesn’t know what he’s in for, yet.