"Repair" to be SCARED!

Last night, Steve and Claire dropped Paige off at dance and decided to go for a little drive. Their main purpose was to go see the lake, but they found some fun and spooky Halloween decorations on their way. Claire spotted the traditional witch crashed into a front door and said to Steve, "Daddy...repair to be scared!" And speaking of repairs...This morning I was scrambling to get Claire off to preschool for her first ever field trip to the Fire Station and couldn't find my glasses. I knew Bode had pulled himself up to my nightstand earlier, so I began looking under the bed and through all the diapers (clean and unused!) that he had pulled out looking for them.

Well...I found one piece...and then another...and then another.

I showed the pieces to Bode and asked him if he knew anything about this.

This was his response:

the culprit: Bode "SweetCheeks" Vincent
the victim: sadly mom's only source of vision

It was a clean break, however I think they may be beyond repair. As you can see, both arms? (is that what they are called?) are completely off along with the hinges that hold the frame together. I pulled out my old glasses to get me to preschool, and Claire laughed out loud! She said, "Man you look different...do all old glasses have look like that?" So I guess the glasses I had picked out in high school are no longer "cool". Maybe I'll go back to contacts for a while...oh the joy!