This morning I set my glasses own somehwere and then could not for the life of me find them. (And, of course, one of the true ironies of life is that a search for eyeglasses is all that much harder since you don't have them to aid in the search.)
Wyatt and I repeatedly paced up one side of the house and down the other retracing my steps. Finally I turned to Wyatt to declare defeat. This is what I saw.
Stinker! But a pretty cute stinker.
1 comment:
He was born to be a scientist! If he can't cure Cancer with those glasses on, then nobody can!
Post a Comment