So, the Man-Cub’s appointment with the eye therapist went as well as could be expected. She ran us through a number of exercises that we will have to do at home as well as working on some things that she and the Cub will be doing during his office visits.
The therapist is optimistic about the program and feels that, with the Cub’s can-do attitude, he should show rapid improvement in all the areas that we are hoping for. Needless to say, by the time I left the appointment; I was feeling slightly better about the situation.
Then, I wrote a check for $163 for the day’s session plus a non-refundable equipment fee; the equipment fee covered the items that we were required to take home for our homework exercises. This essentially boils down to eighty-five bucks for a large Frisbee, a ping-pong ball and the lovely eye patch the Cub is sporting in the picture above.
I realize the country’s economy is in the toilet but this is ridiculous.
Unless it works in which case, it is brilliant.
Anyway, the Cub looooves his new eye patch so, there’s that. This morning, I had to physically remove it from his person before he left the house for school, so badly did he want to “talk like a pirate” all day. I’m sure the teachers would have been thrilled.
Now, for the bad pirate joke….so, a pirate walks into a bar with a parrot perched on his crotch. Bartender says “Hey, mate, did you know that you have a parrot on your crotch?” and the pirate says “Ayye, he’s driving me nuts.”
Ba dum dum. Thank you, thankyouverymuuuch...I'll be here all week. Don't forget to tip your waitress on your way out.