I should tell you all what Jackson did directly after breaking my glasses. He brought them to me (one piece in each hand, of course) and said "Uh-oh, Mommy." He then burst in to tears.
Now, the tears could have meant one of four things, as far as Dan and I could tell:
1. "Oh no, I broke my new 'toy!'"
2. "Oh no, you're going to get mad at me..."
3. "I'm sorry, I feel really bad about breaking your glasses, dear Mother."
4. ("Crap! maybe if I cry a lot, she'll feel bad for me and forget about the glasses?")
What's a mother to do? Does anyone have any coupons or leads on the best/cheapest glasses shop? Luckily, these are not full-time glasses for me, but I imagine it'll be my Saturday afternoon outing anyway. Good thing I have a sock to knit on while I wait.