Well, we've already established my son's ability to relate to Charlie Brown. We've had another example. The poor kid has needed glasses since kindergarten. Since about 5th grade he has actually required bifocals. We have somewhat crappy coverage for eye care so getting bifocals means shelling out about $300. This means he has been drilled extensively on properly caring for the costly spectacles. When he was younger he was noted for irreparably breaking them just after the warranty expired and just before the insurance would kick in whatever pittance was allowed toward a new pair.
I was delighted when, during his last exam, Isaac was told his prescription had not changed so we could keep the same glasses and lenses. I've been thrilled that he's been able to keep the glasses intact for 2 years.
I rejoiced too soon as you can see.
Take a good look. The poor kid came home from school and handed me the pieces of glasses with great trepidation.
He explained how the great mangling of spectacles came to occur and asked if I was mad. It had clearly been an accident so I assured him that though I was less than thrilled about having to pay for a new pair I was in no way angry with him, that's why it's called an accident.
So yes, we ordered a new pair and too his credit Isaac was careful to pick a set of frames on the economical side. The good news is a local jeweler was able to solder together the old pair. He wasn't sure how long it would hold but if it gets him through for the week or so we have to wait for the new pair it will be all we need. In fact, for this week, that solder job is what I am counting.