May 15, 2017
My poor glasses...
This morning whilst I getting ready for ‘Mother’s Monday’ at our local school, Leon decided to take my specs off the bedside table and play with them...pretending they were a matchbox car ON THE TILED FLOOR. As I was preoccupied, I had no idea of the destruction that was in progress...
The ‘chassis’ of his imaginary ‘vehicle’ was my lenses. I now have a cloudy haze in front of each eye. “I sor-wee mummy.” Me: painful *groan*
I cannot believe it. He has a box of some 30 or 40 perfectly good toy cars in his bedroom, about 20 paces away?! WHY?????????????????????
