Neighbors of the Miller family just brought home their new baby. Unfortunately, the baby was born with a rare condition: no external ears.
Little Johnny’s dad had a serious, low-voice talk with him. He explained the situation and issued a dire warning: "If you so much as mention the word 'ears,' or even 'missing anything,' or even glance at the sides of that baby’s head, you will be grounded for a month. Understand?"
"Yes, Dad, I got it," Johnny said, nodding solemnly.
At the neighbor’s house, the tension in the living room was palpable. The mother carefully held the sleeping infant. Johnny’s father watched his son like a hawk, ready to pounce at the first sign of a slip-up.
Little Johnny walked slowly to the crib. His eyes were wide. He leaned in, peering into the blankets. His father held his breath.
"Wow," Johnny said softly. "What a beautiful baby."
The mother smiled, relieved. "Why, thank you, Johnny."
Johnny continued his careful inspection, speaking slowly. "He has beautiful little feet. And tiny little hands. And a very cute button nose. His eyes are really beautiful, too."
He paused, and the room went dead silent. He looked up at the mother. "Can he see all right?"
"Yes," the mother replied softly, tears pooling in her eyes. "The doctor said his vision is 10/10. We are so, so grateful."
"That's great," said Little Johnny, letting out a big sigh. "'Cause he'd be in serious trouble if he needed to wear glasses!"
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