"Better...Worse...Worse...better," Kaylie said as the eye doctor tried to find her prescription for glasses. She was too young to get contacts, so she'd have to deal with these for a few years. Aelita and Odd were in the room sitting on chairs as the doctor moved the lenses around to find which one helped her best. It had been going for at least twenty minutes.

"Better...worse...better...better...worse," Kaylie said. The doctor flipped a lever on the equipment to go to the larger, thicker lenses. "Better...better...umm, I can see, but it's still a little..."

"Fuzzy?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah," Kaylie responded.

Aelita was a little disappointed in herself. All of the accidents, tripping on the stairs, walking into door frames, were not clumsiness.

"It's my fault," Aelita said to Odd as the doctor kept looking.

"Why?" Odd asked, having no idea why she came to that conclusion.

"Because, I didn't stop to think maybe she can't see well. I'm a horrible mother."

"Aelita, she's two years old, any other parent would of thought the same thing," Odd said to her. "You're not a horrible mother."

"Better...better...I see clear," Kaylie said aloud. Aelita looked over and saw that the lens equipment was away from her face now and the doctor was writing down her lens prescription. A moment later he came back with a lens and frame for her so she could see what they would look like. The handed them to Aelita who placed them on Kaylie, actually haven't looked at the lenses yet.

"Holy shh...wow Kaylie," Aelita said when she saw Kaylie in them, restraining herself from swearing.

"What?" Kaylie asked. Odd looked at her and had the same reaction as Aelita, just not verbally.

"Look in the mirror Kaylie," Aelita said to her. 'Oh my god,' Aelita said to herself. Kaylie got off her chair then walked over to the mirror. She liked the fact she could see better. She had no clue she was supposed to see like this. Then she looked in the mirror.

Her glasses had quarter of an inch thick lenses that magnified her eyes. They were even bigger than Kelly's glasses. Kaylie took one look at herself, then began to cry. She threw the glasses on the ground then ran to the corner of the room. Aelita expected this, or something like it.

Aelita walked over and crouched down next to Kaylie who was crying. "Kaylie, it isn't that bad," Aelita said to her.

"Mommy, I don't like them," Kaylie said to her.

"Sweetie, you can't see well without them. Do you want to keep running into walls, and falling on the stairs? I'm worried that one day, you'll fall down the stairs. Please, just wear them."

"No," Kaylie said to her. Aelita was surprised. That usually worked. Her motherly tone and motherly nurturing wasn't working. Usually Aelita had to say something in a soft, kind tone and Kaylie would cooperate. Like when she gets a shot. Today it wasn't working.

"Kaylie," Aelita said to her. It went from her mother voice, to her annoyed mother voice. Kaylie could tell she was annoyed.

"I look stupid," she said to her.

"Honey, you couldn't look stupid in anything," Aelita said to her. Aelita picked up the glasses from the ground then placed them back over her eyes. "You're beautiful no matter what."

Kaylie took them off then looked at them. If they were just a little different, then she'd be able to tolerate them a little more.

"Do they come in pink," she asked. Aelita smiled then nodded.

Aelita opened the door to the house for Kaylie who walked in with her head down. Her large pink rimmed glasses made her feel stupid. Amy was in the living watching tv while sitting on the couch upside down, her long pink hair on the floor. Turning her head she saw Kaylie who lifted up her head. She burst out laughing.

Kaylie turned the other way and began to cry, running into the other room. She ran straight pass Jason who moved out of the way. 'Amy,' he said to himself because she's the only one who makes Kaylie run out of a room crying. When he walked into the living room he saw Aelita tugging Amy off the couch and pulling her into another room.

"Amy, I'm warning you. If you make Kaylie feel bad because of her glasses, you're grounded till your back at your fathers. Do I make myself clear?" Aelita said, with her authority voice.

"Crystal clear, mom. Let my arm go, you're going to rip it off." Aelita let her arm go and Amy began to rub it for circulation. "What's her problem anyway? They're just glasses."

"What's your problem with them? You laughed at her. And if I wasn't there, you would of said something to her," Aelita said, knowing her own daughter well enough to predict her behavior.

"No I wouldn't of," Amy said to her. Aelita just sighed then looked to her left, then back at her.

"She's upset about them. Until she's used to them, the word glasses isn't in your vocabulary."

"I got it. Don't make her sad. Geez mom I get it," Amy said to her then walked out of the room. Aelita leaned against the wall trying to calm herself down. Amy was becoming a brat, and she needed to do something before the transformation was complete. But before that, she needed to find and console Kaylie.

Kaylie had decided to run all the way up the stairs. She figured the higher she got, the further she'd get from Amy. Running around the circular hall on the second floor she then began to run up the stairs to the third floor. Only four doors were on this floor. A bathroom, a closet, an attic, and a bedroom. The first door she got to was cracked ajar so she ran in there.

A moment later Krystal came out of the bathroom drying her hair, already changed into her pajamas. Gray boxers and a black tank top. Stretching once she stopped and looked off the edge of the railing then turned around to go to her room. She wasn't going to sleep yet, but she just felt like taking a shower and wearing something comfortable.

Pushing her door open the first thing she heard was someone crying. Following the tears and the hiccups she found someone was under her blanket crying. She knew it was either Kelly or Kaylie, because of how big the person in the blanket was, but guessd Kaylie because she hadn't seen Kelly cry. Krystal recognized the crying.

"Kaylie?" She guessed, sitting on her futon mattress.

"Leave me alone," Kaylie said, though she didn't know who it was. Krystal grabbed the blanket and slid it off Kaylie's head to look at her. Krystal saw her glasses, and knew why she was crying.

Kaylie lifted up her head, waiting for Krystal to take a shot at her. She didn't. "You look so cute now. Well, not you didn't before, but you're really cute now," Krystal said to her. Kaylie then looked at Krystal's mirror.

"No I don't," Kaylie said to her sadly.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Krystal asked playfully. "Trust me. You look better. Calm down, no matter what anyone says. You're always cute." Kaylie smiled, and then wiped her face off using Krystal's blanket.

"Kaylie!" Aelita shouted trying to find her.

"I think your mommy wants you. Go ahead," Krystal said to her. Kaylie got up them ran halfway to the door, and then turned around. Running back she hugged Krystal then ran outside to meet Aelita.