The patch...

Dear Nicky, This afternoon you came home from school a little drowsy, so I carried you in, as I so often do. You came around soon and I tried to patch your right eye like we do, but you would have none of it. Bribery and threats were ineffective. I tried to manhandle you but you struggled so mightily and cried so piteously that I couldn't continue. You win this round. Love, Dad