Truett has been complaining about some discomfort in his eyes so we brought him for an eye-check at the doctor’s yesterday just to be safe. As part of the procedure, the doctor got him to put on the special eye-patch glasses (where 1 eye gets covered at a time) to test his eyesight.
It looks like he’s got slight myopia because when the doctor got to the last row of numbers, he started squinting and couldn’t really make out what they were.
Doctor: Can you tell me what this number is?
Truett: *squinting and tilting his head in various directions to get a clearer view
There was a long pause as Tru was trying to figure out the number on the screen, then a voice quipped from next to him. “It’s 6, kor kor. Number 6!”
Obviously, I had to shush the little one so she wouldn’t interfere with the test results.
Me: Kirsten, no helping. Kor kor is supposed to do this himself.
Kirsten: Ok ok fine.
Doctor: How about this number? What number is this?
Kirsten: 3! Number 3!!
Me: Hey, shhhhh, no helping!
Doctor: Truett, how about this one?
I gave Kirsten my stern mommy look to make sure she kept quiet, which sort of worked because even though she kept fidgeting and inching closer to her brother, she didn’t say a word. Until finally, she couldn’t help it and she whispered to Tru: “9. Just say 9.”
I had to physically restrain her to stop her from talking but it was also quite sweet that she went to such lengths to help him. I guess that’s what siblings are for.