They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. And in the case of nearsightedness, Silas inherited his daddy's genes.
Silas got his first pair of glasses today. After months of complaining that the whiteboard at school was "fuzzy" we finally pulled the trigger on getting corrective lenses.
We had Si's eyes tested a couple of times over the last 18 months, with the diagnosis being that he was borderline in need of glasses. But last week when Si and I were driving down South Boundary road, I asked him if he could see the horses in a field about 200 yards away.
He told me, "Yes, Daddy. I can see them."
Problem was, they weren't horses. They were cows.
Interestingly, it was my inability to tell the difference between livestock and horses that brought my vision issues to my parents' attention. And just like Silas, I was in the 3rd grade. My parents figured that I was having trouble seeing or I was really dumb (not being able to tell the difference between cows and horses). But because I was a straight-A student, they leaned toward it being a vision issue. And they were correct!