I bought a couple of pairs of reading glasses at the dollar store recently and a couple of pairs of sunglasses. Because the store was low on inventory, one pair had leopard handles and was a little “out there”—not really my style, but hey, the price was right. I decided I’d leave that pair in my car and just use them when it got too sunny. Well, yesterday when I took my seven-year-old granddaughter on an errand, I spotted those glasses and admitted to myself that they were probably a little over-the-top for me and more a “fun” style of sunglasses that a kid would wear. “If you want these glasses you can have them,” I said, handing them back to her. “Here, try them on and see if you like them.”
There was a long silence.“What do you think?” I asked.
“They’re . . . . ummmm . . . a little blurry,” she said.
I looked back and realized I’d gotten confused. The leopard glasses weren’t sunglasses; they were reading glasses 200+. I’m still laughing at the sight of Tessa staring at me through those glasses with enlarged, magnified eyes—all polite and cooperative, but confused. Okay, maybe you had to be there.