Once upon a time Sydney had a pair of bifocal glasses she refused to wear. They were cute, plenty cute. But she didn't like them. And though we paid plenty for those glasses, we couldn't pay Sydney to wear them.
So, we let the "you should wear bifocals" issue slide. Until recently.
Next week, Sydney will be heading off to kindergarten. At school I'm quite certain she'll be doing school related activities like coloring and looking at books and doing worksheets about addition and subtraction. She'll be writing her name on dozens of papers, threading beads onto strings, gluing pasta onto construction paper. She'll be looking into terrariums at bugs, trying to determine how many legs a butterfly has.
Her eyes have to be in top shape. Her eyes need to decide that the shapes on the paper are letters, make sense of the order the letters are in, and then read them. That's hard work.
Her right eye does most of this stuff--the looking, the reading, the focusing--but her left eye stays out of the macro-lensed adventures. This being the case, she has to wear bifocals because her sweet little eyes need the extra help.
Last month she picked out new glasses, and they are RED. Not just a little bit red. A lot red. She likes them, especially since--according to her--they make her look "a lot older...at least seven years old." I kind of agree.
At the very least, she looks like a junior librarian.
Note the sparkly butterflies on the side. They are very important, as any five year-old girl can attest to. If you visit us, tell Sydney you like the butterflies. She'd be so pleased.