“You’re Not an Albino.”

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Good Man said very seriously, “You need to go to sleep.”

But earlier…

“I think I have ‘Oculocutaneous Albinism.'”

I laughed. “What? Are you crazy?”

“Look at type 3.”

“Do you have poor vision? Loss of eye pigment? No.”

“Point oh-two vision, red-green color blind, and weird knot on my hair,” he said.

I laughed, “No, hon. No. You’re silly.”

“I don’t know, sometimes I do pre-worry.”