The Opa-tician

Yali walked into the living room mid-morning and stared at me with his thinking black eyes.

 

“Mom, can you take me to the opa-tician?”

“Take you where?”

“The opa-tician. I need glasses.”

“Why do you need glasses?”

“Because, with my eyes closed, I can’t see anything!”

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