My son loves my sunglasses, particularly loves to pull them out of my pocket or off my nose. Problem is, when he tries to put them on his face, he bends the earpieces back wildly, usually breaking them. My Ray-Bans, consequently, have gone into retirement in the desk drawer, replaced by the 3-for-$7 specials at the deep-discount store. I suppose if I wore prescription peeps, I'd be a bit less indulgent.
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