Ashley Willis
It all started when the boys and I decided to get our friend a get-well gift. Sweet, right? So, we set out for the get-well gift gallery…The Dollar Tree, of course. The boys were a little riled up in the car and a touch argumentative, but nothing too out-of-our-norm. We busted into the store with glee and started looking at gift items.
Now, my middle son, Connor, was extra-hyper, bouncing from aisle to aisle. Therefore, I reminded him to keep his brand-new, prescription glasses on, so he wouldn’t lose them. He is new to wearing glasses, so he tends to take them off a lot. This was his SECOND day of wearing them, so I decided that I might as well remind him a second time just to drive home the importance of my message. He agreed and disappeared into one of the aisles. A few minutes later, he busted out of the aisle with about ten feathered boas around his neck and happily danced around, being silly. I noticed that he didn’t have his glasses on, so I calmly asked, “Where are your glasses, Connor?”. He gasped and said, with a smile, “I have no idea!” and continued to act goofy. I nervously laughed and asked, “Oh, are they in your pocket?”. Still grinning, he rather nonchalantly replied, “No.” and proceeded to hippity-hop away. So, I, as calmly as I could, encouraged Connor to retrace his steps and actively look for his glasses. He didn’t seem to understand the importance of the situation, and he didn’t seem to be the least bit bothered by it either. Connor proceeded to find a small bell to ring while, supposedly, looking for his glasses. He wasn’t really looking for them at all. I think he thought is was funny; a kind of amusing game or something. This kind of behavior is honestly my Kryptonite.
I could feel my body heat rising.
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