
I've thought for years that HH could go into a phone booth without hesitation and come back out as Superman. There was only a few minor missing pieces.
Before, he wandered around without his glasses. With a minor astigmatism there was no need. That was before the constant hours working and straining his eyes on computer screens, books, and briefs. Although I think he hated to finally face the fact that the dry, red eyes and blurry vision was his astigmatism gone mad, a trip to the optometrist and a vision screening proved that he was indeed Clark Kent and needed the missing piece: a nifty set of good looking glasses.
I was surprised during lunch today, when my Superman came through the door looking like a Clark Kent in Navy gear. Perfect in every way he could be. Including the glasses.
1 comment:
Welcome to our world, son. You look great!
Love,
Mom
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