That's how long it took for Isaac's first pair of glasses to break. He was horsing around in the playroom and took a bean bag ottoman to the face.
He cried for a long time but not because he was hurt. He had listened to Brandy and me warn him about being careful and he had mostly ignored us. The sobs we saw and heard tonight were sobs of regret and sorrow and remorse.
Thank goodness Brandy got the full one-year warranty. If not we could have taken Paul Ivan up on his offer to help buy a new pair.
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I think my first pair of glasses are somewhere at my Mom's house or in storage in a memory box. Boys are rougher than girls with everything.
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