In the midst of all of this their son, our grandson, Connor was experiencing a new change other than the move itself. During his kindergarten check-up they discovered that one of his eyes was weak and he needed glasses! To put it mildly, he was not very excited about this, and there were many tears, folded arms and bottom lip pouts.
Friday morning our daughter called and warned us to not mention his glasses when we got there as it was his first day of wearing them and he was struggling with the adjustment.
When we got there,it was hard not to say anything as he looked absolutely adorable, kinda like the little guy on Jerry Maguire!
But we said nothing and all seemed to be going well until without a thought, I reached over to push his glasses up on his nose a little. Suddenly there was this pause...he looked at me and with a very firm, accusatory expression he said, "Grandma, how did you know I got glasses?"
Remembering my daughter's warning, I quickly responded with, "I didn't know about it!"He looked at me over the top of his lenses and suspiciously said, "Grandma... how did you know???"I very casually said, "Well, when I came today it was a surprise!"He worked his way around my chair saying, "Well, I don't want anyone to know that I have glasses, so DON'T tell anyone, OK?" I told him that I wouldn't tell anyone, and he said, "You promise? 'cuz I don't want ANYONE to know."
I could barely contain my laughter as we carried on this very serious conversation, looking at his big, bright blue eyes framed by those cute little round framed glasses. But if he felt secure that his glasses were invisible as long as I kept my promise and didn't tell anyone, then so be it. I kept his secret for the rest of the day:)