Sam’s glasses got broken this evening. We’re not sure how, and I don’t even think he did it. I honestly think Emma did the damage, based on her declaration that “It was an accident, Mama!” when I asked her what happened.
The husband ran down to Target in the hopes of a repair, but the optical shop was closed. We’ll be there bright and early tomorrow morning, though. Keep your fingers crossed that they will be open since tomorrow is a holiday. Cross another couple of fingers that they can be fixed. I’m not terribly hopeful, but the arm is broken with the hinge still intact. I don’t know how they broke like that, but maybe, just maybe, the arm can be fixed.
Honestly, I’m sort of surprised that the glasses have lasted this long. I mean, one rambunctious three year old boy + one pair of rather fragile glasses = they will get broken eventually. And he’s planted his face on the driveway, the floor, the ground, etc so many times, it’s a wonder that it took 5 months for them to get broken.