I have poor eyesight.

My brother has poor eyesight.

My sister has poor eyesight.

My parents have poor eyesight.

My husband has poor eyesight.

My husband’s brother has poor eyesight.

My husband’s parents have poor eyesight.

To sum it up, my side of family has poor eyesight and so does my husband’s side.  Yet, somehow I secretly hoped that this dominant genetic trait wouldn’t get passed down to my offspring.

Sadly, to no avail.

So now I present to you my boys in spectacles:

I’m still holding out hope for my girls.