Bob.

The other night, Hadley had a friend over.  From my room, I could hear one of my sons, who shall remain nameless, use the bathroom.

Without closing the door.

I summon the lad to my room.

Me:  Dude.  You need to close the door.

Dude:  Why?

Me:  Because, first of all, no one wants to see that.  And second of all Hadley has a friend here and she DEFINITELY does not want to see that.

The unnamed son became all giggly with embarrassment and dropped his head onto my bed.  And then when he pulled his head up, he had a bit of trouble because a blanket thread was stuck in his braces.

Middle School.  Not for the faint of heart.

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Handsome Dude bought a cow about a month ago and the cow already had her calf.  We had a contest in my classroom for the kids to name the two new additions.  The students have named the cow “Grace” and the calf “Coco.”

One day, HD beat me home from school and called me in a panic.

HD:  Mom!  My calf is gone.  I can see the cow, but the calf is nowhere near her.

Me:  Ok.  Go and look for it.

I feel it was sage advice.

This is why he calls me.  I am the solver of problems.

I arrive home and he still has not found the calf.  So I don my work boots and coat and join him.  Also joining us was the cute, although mischievous puppy, Charlie.

We found the calf.  The calf is fine.  All is right with the world.

I would like to state for the record that HD called ME and not David.  Just thought I would mention that.

See Charlie in the picture?  Charlie enjoys throwing caution to the wind.  She enjoys biting cow tails and tugging on them and hanging off of them.  She is going to get kicked one day.

Speaking of Charlie-

Do you recall how I mentioned the puppy had eaten HD’s glasses?  His non-destructible glasses?  HD has not had broken glasses in EIGHT YEARS.

I digress.

David and I taped up the glasses, as good parents are wont to do, but HD was adamant that he would not be going to school with them.

HD:  Mom.  I will for sure get bullied.

And he had a point.

So, I took him to our favorite eye glass clinic first thing Monday morning.

We see Bob.

Bob has been a part of my life since Kate as in glasses at age two. Bob has worked tirelessly to help HD have working glasses.  We owe this man all the thanks in the world.  He will be the reason HD is a functioning adult.

We pass all other helpful workers. We head straight for Bob.  We ain’t messing around.

Bob confirms that they are goners and delivers the bad news.  The replacement glasses are ten days out.

HD will not wear the taped ones, and I do not find it reasonable to keep him out of school for ten days.  So I had the nerve to ask Bob if he could pop the lenses out and put them in different frames while we waited.

And he totally did.

He looks very seriously at HD and tells him he may not play sports., as these frames are not ours to keep.

HD feels like this might be a deal breaker, but I inform him it is either no sports or taped glasses.

He has agreed to the terms.

After school, he got in the car and said:

“Boy.  That Bob is a miracle worker.  Not one kid noticed I had different glasses on.  Phew.”

Oh, the stress of middle school.

Thanks, Bob!

Oh-fun fact.  Bob has no idea what my name is.  He knows HD’s name, of course.  Bob always calls me, “mom.”

Bob:  Hi, Bud.  Hi, Mom.  What’s up with the glasses today?

It is awesome.

Happy Wednesday!

Love, Mom.