Quinton's New Glasses

We went to Tyler last Friday to get Quinton new glasses. Let me preface this story by saying this will be the 4th pair in a year. We got 2 pair about this time last year, both of which have been broken beyond repair, and one pair last summer, which I bought the insurance on but have been lost so that we can't get them replaced! So, off again to the eye glasses store we go with the girls in tow mind you! This, however, is the first time that Quinton seemed to have an opinion as to what he would like his glasses to look like. The first pair he picked looked like this:

His favorite part of these where the cool tiger stripes on the frames. Oh, my! And here is what he looked like shortly after I told him that a very warm place would get really cold before I let him wear those glasses to school:

Those eyebrows crack me up!! Of course I can't let him know that they crack me up because I can't let him think it is okay to look at his mother with this face. Now, I didn't get a picture of the splotchy face he had after I reamed him in the store, because that is the moment that Kort picked to ram her stroller that she had wriggled out of into the rack of frames. Fun times, fun times. So after a huge discussion which resulted with me putting him in time-out in the store with one lady looking at me like "why don't you spank that child" and another looking at me like "touch that child and I will call CPS" (don't you love that?) I had finally conviced Quinton that the Grandpa frames had to go. At this point I was about the break out in that sweat that us moms know so well. It is that sweat that happens when you are in church and your kids are screaming during this huge emotional prayer. Or when your child decides to state in public that the lady in front of you has a fat bottom. You know what I am talking about! So, Quinton then decided that the only other pair of glasses he could live with in the entire store were these:

Oh, my gosh. Now, I feel that these are lovely for Sarah Palin, but a 7 year old boy, not so much! At this point my patience was wearing thin, and the sales girl's bun was beginning to break loose from stress (bless her heart), and the girls were getting tired. So, I quickly picked a pair of frames that looked almost identical to the 3 other pairs we have had this past year, wrote a check and got the heck out of Dodge.

I would post a picture here of the new glasses, however, 2 days after we picked them up I walked into the kitchen to find that Kortlen had popped out both lenses and twisted the frames into something resembling modern art, so they are in a zip-loc bag ready to be taken back to the store. Thank goodness I bought the insurance. Just another day in my crazy life!!