The inevitable.
The good eye is patched so the left, lazy eye can start working harder.
This could take yeeeeeeeears to fix.
Poor Son#2.
So self-conscious and shy.
Doesn't want to stand out in any crowd.
His mother's kid.
We went to the McDonald's as a consolation prize, where he sat crying in between gulps of an enormous milkshake.
And now we are stuffed.
On the way home, my car's engine-light went on.
Something's rotten in Denmark.
Sigh.
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