My four-year-old daughter recently had to get glasses to help correct for an eye that is weaker than the other. She doesn't like her glasses at all. She mopes around the house, complaining that "I look like a grandma." She "loses" the glasses -- once, we found them in the freezer.
The other day, I feel a small tug on my elbow as I'm working. It's my daughter. She looks up at me with plaintive eyes.
"When I grow up, I want to be just like you," she says.
My heart melts. But she wasn't through:
"Because YOU don't wear glasses."
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