Eye doc, and bad behavior...

Dear Nicky,

This morning I had to take food out of your mouth because it was time to go to the eye doctor. Once they called us into the exam room, you turned into a bowl of spaghetti. I had to carry you in like an invalid. When the nurse had to put some drops in your eyes to dilate them you went berserk. Any hope I had of your cooperation with the exam and the optician who fixes your glasses went out the window. Afterward you were so upset I debated whether to bring you to Stones, but I did, and then when I saw you when I returned home your mood was fine. You had some difficulty going to sleep, but after I gave you some stern talking-to, you finally went down.

Love,
Dad