Glasses

Today, I get a call from the kids' school. The boy has broken his glasses and I need to bring him a spare pair. Luckily, we had a pair to spare.

The conversation after school, and on the way to dance class, went something like this:

Me: Ok, (boy), there's something I'm not quite clear on. How exactly did your glasses break?

Boy: They just broke. The lens popped out and then the thingie broke and..it broke.

Me: Glasses just don't break..

Girl: Yeah, glasses just don't break!

Me: (Girl)! Now, (boy), how did it happen? Did you try to force the lens in and the frame snapped or..

Mom: You know, sometimes, after repeated abuse..

Girl: You don't expect us to believe that they just broke, do you?

Me: (Girl)! Not helping! Did you maybe set them down too hard or..

Mom: It might not have been anything you did this time, but..

Girl: The glasses didn't just get up and break themselves, you know..

Me: (Girl)! Please! Just...stop. Ok, ok. Where did you break the glasses?

Boy: (mumblemumble) and they just broke and I went to see (teacher) and then..

Mom: Because you could've weakened the frames another time..

Girl: Oh, you lie!

Me: (Girl)! Let me be the mom, please? Please? Right. Now, (boy), I'm not mad. I just want to know..

Mom: It's been known to happen and..is anyone listening to me?

Me: Yes, mom. Repeated stress weakened the metal of the frames and he didn't have to do anything...

Girl: Oh, he did something..

Mom: (Girl)!

Me: Ok.. Not getting anywhere, people! I'm just saying that you need to be more careful with your glasses..

Girl: And not break them!

Boy: (Girl)! They just broke! I didn't do anything!

Me: That's not important now!

Mom: I keep saying..

Me: I know, mom..

So, according to the boy, glasses tend to spontaneously errupt at the oddest moments. You've been warned.