Beautiful Eyes

Ol’ Ugly Eyes

When my son was about 2 years old, my husband and I took him grocery shopping because with two adults we could just barely survive the horrors of bright red car carts and ALL THE MARSHMALLOWS MUST BE OURS. (the last one was mostly me)

In the midst of the sweating and chaos, a middle-aged woman walks up to our family and says, “I just had to stop you to say that your son has the most beautiful eyes.”

Beautiful Eyes
Toddler E!

Before either of us could muster a thank you to go with our proud looks, she gets right up into my face, staring intently at me, then my husband, then back into me.

She announces, “He has his mom’s eyes,” and walks away leaving behind Scott’s new nickname: “Ol’ Ugly Eyes.”

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

8 thoughts to “Ol’ Ugly Eyes”

  1. Ha! I always think it’s weird when perfect strangers point out how much Zoe looks like me. Mainly because i don’t see it. But also because there is no WAY I was ever that cute.

    1. Everyone has always talked about how much our sons look like me, which is not terribly kind to my dear wife who had plenty to do with how cute they are.

  2. I can just picture her inches from you…as if personal space has NO relevance when one is evaluating beauty – ha!

    I love your family’s sense of humor…the way you can find the funny in a WEIRD situation.

  3. Tell Scott not to fret too much. People are forever telling me how much my oldest looks like his dad… Who is not his bio dad….

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.