I went to the hospital today for the removal of the stitches on my face. While waiting for the doctor, I overheard the conversation of a boy who’s about five years old and a woman* accompanying him.
Boy: (reading a signage) E A M C D O H E Y E C E N… what’s the next one, after N?
Boy: I can’t read it. I have poor eyesight.
Woman: No, you just don’t know how to read.
* I didn’t want to assume that they’re mother and son.