Earlier this week, while we were on a walk, Zoe pulled off her glasses and threw them out of the stroller. Neither Chris nor I noticed until we’d gotten home. At which point, both of us saw her without her glasses and asked the other if they had them. Cue ominous music and that bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. Chris went out and retraced our steps, while I tried to put Zoe down for a nap. I think she realized something was up pretty quickly. She kept putting her hand up to the bridge of her nose and looking at me with concern. As we walked up to her room, we passed one of the glasses cases we have for her glasses (we have four of them). She lit up and grabbed the case, opened it up, and then looked with disappointment at the fact that there were no glasses.

Happily, Chris was able to find the glasses without much trouble – there’s a case to be made here for brightly colored glasses that don’t blend in with brown leaves. And while I would not recommend it as an intentional strategy, she hasn’t thrown her glasses since. She’ll still take them off when she’s upset, but now she hangs on to them tightly.