Wristbands have overwhelmingly won the blog poll. Interestingly enough, the informal poll I took among "real life" people resulted in the mini frisbees winning in a near landslide victory as the token prize of choice. It's safe to say that we won't go with the sqeeze coin holders. Maybe we can have some sort of wrestling match between the bloggers and the IRL-ers.
In the meantime, life goes on. I took Wolfgang to the eye Doc's a couple of days ago. He's inherited his geeky parents' myopic genes. He got his first pair of glasses back in 4th grade when his teacher got tired of him leaving his seat - in the 2nd row I might add - to get a closer look at the board, and I got the "take Wolfie to the eye doctor's" note.
This most recent trip was suggested by the family doctor who did the physical for basketball, so I've been traipsing Wolfgang around to these various doctors offices. I decided it was time for me to wait in the waiting room.
At what point is it appropriate for Mom to stop going into the exam room with her child? Is it different depending on the gender of said child?
After arriving at the Dr.'s, I told Wolfgang I'd just wait in the waiting room... unless he wanted me to go in with him. He was fine with me waiting out by the fish aquarium. That whole "turn your head and cough" routine is probably better performed without good old Mom hovering.
Same thing with the eye doctor. I waited outside while reading clean Reader's Digest jokes.
Eventually, Wolfgang and the Optometrist emerged and went over his results. The doctor suggested a pair of "rec specs" for playing sports. I mentioned that, yes, I had a pair of those for bicycling.
"Yes, that's what Wolfgang told me. He doesn't want them", the doctor informed me with a bit of a chuckle. God forbid he should look as geeky as his mom.
The boy's growing up.