關於愛，我是個小學生。

What can be eye-sored for a nine-year-old kid? There would be no more big deal than playing video games with their sore eyes and feel uncomfortable to see afar. So is it to Benson, a clever slyer always full of excuses for begging a merciful 'play-off' of his white hot RPG games. I felt something wrong when noticing him seated in front of the plasma screen nearer and nearer day by day and urged to take him to a local ophthalmologist to have a precise optometry.

And the result was a powerful punch to reciprocate his intrigued plot toward PS2 these days... A total fiasco to prove him wrong.

The oculist examined his eyes with a device of infrared scanner, I guess, and told me determiningly that the naughty lad has got myopia, 100 degrees for each eye, and astigmatism, 50 degrees each. And he prescribed a small bottle of tropine dews to make him learn what ordinary 'pupils' should look like and told us to come back for recheck two weeks later to see if he can see correctly. It's said the dose might work, so wearing glasses may be not yet his last remedy... And I hope not either.

Coming back home, Ben was a bit  upset, not about his weak eye sight, I wondered, but about his coming indirect 'curfew' and 'ground' for video gaming. Kids are kids, after all. So does God think of us.

Still a good lesson to him though, isn't it?