Dilated

Dutch had an eye doctor appointment today. She's doing fine, and her eyesight continues to improve, which Cook and I both find stunning, even though there's nothing surprising about it, given her diagnosis - it's just so foreign to our personal vision experiences that we can't quite wrap our brains around it.

However, she had to get dilating eye drops, which precipitated an enormous freak-out about how ridiculous she looked in those disposable sunglasses, and how people would laugh at her on the bus. Once she stopped wailing like a stepped-on cat, nobody even looked at her, of course. (The general tendency of people to pay attention only to themselves is intensified on transit, particularly downtown, where there are plenty of stranger-looking people than Dutch to ignore.) Anyway, I took her home instead of to school, because she couldn't see well enough to read, and she didn't want to have explain her doofy eyegear to all her classmates. So she's now sitting in her room, curtains drawn , playing with dolls.