Wednesday

Yesterday afternoon I settled down to read my new book (well, it's new to me. It was originally published way back in '97), Leon Botstein's "Jefferson's Children." I was just through the introduction when KoKo and her friend, Rachel, burst through the door. KoKo was in tears and Rachel seemed solemn. Between fits sobs KoKo was able to tell me that they had walked to Uncle Bill's (a generic version of Dairy Queen). But on the way, since it was incredibly windy, her glasses had gotten smudged and she took them off and placed them in her pocket. Well, right then I knew that was a recipe for disaster. She said when they were eating at Uncle Bill's, she realized her glasses were no longer in her pocket. So they hurried home in search of her glasses. But they were unable to find them.

She was worried that she was going to get in some big time trouble. Poor thing. I reassured her that these things happen from time to time. I remember breaking a pair when I was in junior high and fearing the repercussions from Mom and Dad.

So we set out in search of them. Unfortunately for KoKo, she had Rachel had decided to walk in the middle of the street on their way to Uncle Bill's. I was hoping to find her glasses a bit scratched but maybe the frames were salvageable.

However, Rachel's eagle eye spotted them not a block from our house. Here they are --



I couldn't help but giggle when I saw how mangled they were. Of course, KoKo didn't think there was anything remotely funny about her crushed glasses. Rachel and I tried to persuade her to put them on, but she was furious. Only her mom could calm her down. This picture is after Kristie came home and made everything better - as Moms have a way of doing.