Yesterday I took Little Brother for his very first eye exam. With all his grandparents, both his parents, and one sibling already in glasses, we figure the odds are against him.
He did very well during the examination except for one thing: the eye drops. I'm terrible about those myself; I can't stand having anything put into my eyes; so I sympathize with him.
Later he was telling Big Brother and Middle Sister about the appointment. "...and then the doctor put the red drips in my eyes. I don't like the drips. They gave me spicy eyes!"