In what must be her weirdest obsession yet, Julia is fascinated right now by being cross-eyed. Several times a day, I’ll catch her staring at the tip of her index finger as she slowly draws it to her nose. She tells us about spending recess practicing going cross-eyed, about how one of her friends can go cross-eyed without even looking at her finger, about whether people can be born cross-eyed, about their shared concern that they might go cross-eyed permanently. And yet there she is again: staring at her fingertip.

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  1. Dude, I TOTALLY had the same obsession when I was about Julia’s age. No lie. I can still remember sitting on the balance beam at the school playground practicing crossing eyes with my friends. Awesome.

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