Sometimes, a new aquaintance will ask me about
my eyes. I ask them:Are you sure they're blue?
They look again, and start to waffle
How did your eyes just turn grey?That's
one of the things I love about eyes.
, I say.
Wait until you catch me mad. The green will kill
Sometimes, a distant relative will say:
'Sara, I do believe you're the only one in your
family with blue eyes, right?
I gently point
out to them that they just used my sister's name
instead of mine.
Think a little, Uncle Howie.
Of course I can always start on the genetics:
Blue is a recessive gene, blah blah blah, and
Anyway, Mom's got blue eyes, remember?
I'm going to start telling people that they're brown, and I'm just wearing tinted lenses. I wonder how that will go over.