Glasses repaired...

Dear Nicky,

The other day in a fit of pique you threw your glasses across the room and messed them up. This morning I took them over to our pal, Jeff the optician, and he fixed them and a spare pair for his usual price of nothing. This afternoon when you came home you were asleep but soon woke up after I started the Wii. You are once again bravely tolerating the patch on your right eye to strengthen your left one. You and June both played some Wii while I made dinner, then Mom came home and it was time for bed.

Y'know, Michelle at Dr. Amy's couldn't say enough nice things about you today. She went on and on about how sweet and smart you are. I told her how lucky I am to have you.

Love,
Dad