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Sunday’s Specs

My husband pulled his glasses from the floor of the van.

At which time we both gasped.

They didn’t look like he remembered they ought.

Nor did they fit as well.

It seemed he had one of these perfectly…ahem… normal children to thank.

Specifically the kid in the red who donned football cleats for church and who blurted fearlessly in the direction of the sagging specs, “I did it, dad!” and then went back to picking the raisins from the trail mix.

Let’s see…

down a pair glasses.

But kid tells truth.

Guess we still come out okay.


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