The purpose of this blog is for me to monitor my de-stressing, and also to record some of the zanier things that I come across. Which, incidentally doesn’t happen too often, since I don’t get out much. However, I feel it necessary to relate a small story that happened recently when I took Odelia for a routine vision test which was offered at the well-child clinic in our area.
Unlike the eye tests of my youth, where we had to show with our hands which direction the E was pointing in, this exam was surprisingly different. The nurse pulled out a chart with different pictures, and then asked Odelia to identify the pictures on the larger row first, and then those on the smaller rows. Sounds good… in theory.
I took a look at the chart. The largest picture, occupying the entire first row, was a clock. She breezed through that one. Then nurse pointed to the first image on the next row. Silence. Come on, she coaxed Odelia, tell me what it is. More silence. I looked up. And suddenly I realized why Odelia was quiet. She was looking at a picture of scales of justice. Do you think it occurred to them that this is a vision test for small children? I took a closer look at the pictures. Next to the scales of justice were a pair of pliers. Seriously? What 4-year-old knows what these things are? Am I the only one who thinks that this system is slightly ridiculous?