A Man of Vision

Today Max increased his ability to get hired (and therefore his ability to take care of me when I'm old) by about 100! He got GLASSES. Marco too. (Although who would hire a man wearing neon green shades to correct his vision?)

Anyway, everybody knows that people who wear glasses look smarter than the rest of us. We told Max how cool and grown up he looks and that only the smartest kids wear glasses. Of course he believed it. We reminded him that cousin Joe (also 6-years-old) wears glasses and that Daddy wears glasses, and even Superman wears them when he's not fighting crime (although he also wears a leotard and Capezios).

Max is mostly excited about it, but he did say: "I can't wait 'til I'm a teenager so I can get contacts." That hurt. I've already prepped his teacher and let her know that she needs to lavish compliments on him all day tomorrow (0r else). And I've told Max that if any of those little crumb snatchers in his class so much as look at him cross-eyed, he has my permission to let them know they are adopted. And their real parents were kidnapped by Gypsies.

The point is, now Max is looking at life through rose-colored glasses (not really, I just can't stop with the "eyeglasses" references, even though I'm probably making a spectacle of myself. See what I mean? I'll stop.) Seriously, I don't know about you, but I just can't take my eyes off of him. Sorry.