This blog should have been written a few months ago, but I just didn't get around to it (although Chaife can tell you that this weekend we did get our round Tuit). But I figured better late than never.
Anyway, so around the time just before school was starting, I took Yanky for his annual eye exam. B"H, his prescription is about the same as last year, and we got ready to pick out new glasses.
But, it turned out, we had gotten our last pair, Yanky's first, less than a year ago -- about a week less -- but as insurance goes, if it hasn't been a year, you are not yet eligible for a new pair. So, we left without new glasses and figured we'll make our way to the glasses place in a couple weeks.
Of course, what with getting used to the school routine and all, not to mention R"H and Y"K, we hadn't quite gotten around to going back for glasses when, one Wed. afternoon, Yanky came home from school with his glasses in his pocket. In two pieces. Split right across the bridge.
Our eye dr./glasses place does not have late hours on Wednesdays, and Yanky only got home around 5pm. So I tried going to the place where we had gotten his original glasses, where Wed. is their late day, but alas, they had moved and I could not find them in their purported new location. So, Thurs., Yanky went to school with his glasses done up together very fashionably with a blue paperclip across the middle. Then, we went to the eye dr./glasses place and ordered a new pair, which, B"H, they were able to get in before Sukkos started even though we hadn't given them much time.
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