Glasses Crisis

Friday night we washed our windows. I'm sure you can think of much more exciting things to do at the start of your weekend, but they were horribly dirty, and Scott had reached his limit. Scott had bought the outside window cleaner that you attach to the hose (and everyone knows, if you have a squirting hose, fun is bound to break out). The boys got soaked, to their collective delight (even though Blane got a little too wet for his comfort at the end).

We came in to watch the Olympics at dusk. At that point, Zac realized his glasses were missing. Usually that just means he left them upstairs on on the bookshelf in the living room. Problem was, he had worn them outside, and there was some monkey business going on between Zac and Seth out there that involved removing the glasses. Uh oh.

Zac looked inside and outside--no glasses. We told him he would have to replace the frames with his own money if he could not find them (it's almost time for his eye exam, so we are going to pick up the tab for the lenses, of course). Poor Zac was fighting back tears all night.

Saturday came and went--the glasses did not show up. Even in the daylight, we could not find them outside. Zac wore his 2-year-old backup glasses to church Sunday morning.

Sunday afternoon, little Blane trots inside holding Zac's glasses! We asked Blane to show us where he found them. Blane took us to the ladder on the side of the swing set (to the monkey bars). Not good! We talked to Zac about responsibility in keeping up with his stuff, but we all were relieved.

Leave it to Blane to scout things out! I think it helps to see the world at munchkin-level sometimes.