So far, the sight in DS's good eye is 20:20, but I almost hope for a slight glasses requirement to act as some protection for it. Particularly now he likes nothing better than running around the house with another small boy and a sword.
Molly - I so hear you about irritating group dynamics. My PGCE course is full of, frankly, bellends. As well as the beard-stroking chortling men, dominating any class discussion and diverting it onto subjects they know, there are a cohort of irritating young things, all bezzie mates (after about four weeks of knowing each other), and over-enthusiastic giggling. Then there are a few crepey women, who just leave everyone else to it.
There's one woman in my tuition group who drives me mental. She's in her 20s, has already (apparently) set up an orphanage and school in Malawi, ran a language school in Switzerland, is also teaching in a primary school while doing this course, and is so intensely patronising in a mid-atlantic way that it makes my head itch on the inside. She dropped into conversation the other day that a) her parents have adopted a baby boy that was left in their garden at four days old, and b) her mother has a terminal illness. Either she has the most incredible life, or she's a total fantasist. Irritatingly, she seems a really good teacher.