Almost an hour ago, my son informed me that his glasses broke. He nonchalantly handed them to me and said, "If I find the screw, can you fix these for me, Mom?" I took a close look at them (well, as close as my own myopic eyes would let me), and I quickly discovered that no, the microscopic screw did not come loose... they'd actually broken in half, right near the hinge!
Mind you, these are BRAND NEW glasses. He and I both went for our eye exams at the same time, and we both got new prescriptions. Since he's gotten so much bigger since the last time he got his prescription filled (and so much older), he warranted new glasses, as well. So, how, do you ask, did they get broken so quickly? Because... my darling boy thinks nothing of SLEEPING with his glasses on his face! My husband and I have told him time and time again that he needs to take them off before he goes to bed for the night, but he never does!
And of course, he notifies me that his glasses are broken at about 4:50 p.m., which is about ten minutes before the optometry shop closes! So... I guess that's just another trip I'll have to make in this awful heat tomorrow.
The good news is, after a MAJOR search, he managed to find his old pair of glasses. He kept coming downstairs, telling me he couldn't find them, and they only "magically" appeared after I told him that he was not allowed to come down until he found them! It's amazing what the loss of a home-cooked meal can do! :)