There’s always the option of Laser Surgery

Dear God, how old are you? I’m four. Are you… FIFTY? Nine thousand and million? Hmm. Do you have to wear glasses? Well, do you?¬†If you have¬†glasses, I promise that when I see you I won’t say, “Haha, four-eyes!”. ‘Cause that’s not nice, so I won’t call you that. Four-eyes. In Jesus’ name, amen.