true story....My family sometimes go camping and fishing for the...

true story....

My family sometimes go camping and fishing for the hols, but this time we had to make a date with the optometrist. The first time for young my kids.
I wear the specs so I went first, followed by wife (perfect vision, bugger, but I won't say why), then big Eddie (good vision but didn’t know his left from his right and therefore confused the opto when asked to read the letters back from the right side) and finally 3 yr old Em.

Em was sailing along, matching the cat, the monkey and the dog, etc (didn't know the alphabet see).
Then the last match - a fish.

Em was stuck. No response. We were hanging out to finish, so was the optometrist. Come on Em…..just say it….

Em was literally squirming in her seat changing the angle of her gaze, but was silent.
Come on Em, just bloody say it….

Again the squirming, looking for that required angle….

The optometrist was starting to stare blankly, but obviously reconsidering his policy of bulk billing for time wasters.

Then a murmur…ahhh??? In a very unsure, but just audible voice…..

A yellowbelly??????