Well, it had to happen. The third piece of bad luck.
Today at school, my DS was kicked in the face by a little bastard on the jungle gym, chipping the lenses, and bending the frames of his glasses.
I am pissed beyond words. I marched DS and said glasses up to the school office to complain where I made little to no sense. Thankfully the lady at the desk got what I was saying, understood that the kid who kicked DS is a little bastard (he is well known for being an assclown) and promised to pass this on to the headmaster.
DS and I went straight to the optometrist, and they said they should be able to fix them. Thankfully. I usually buy DS new glasses at the start of the year anyway (my health insurance pays for the lenses and a good chunk of the frames if I wait till the start of the calendar year) so I would only be moving it up a few months, but I would have to cover 100% of the cost.
But the cost not the only point. If I were to kick someone in the face, on say a ladder, breaking their glasses, it would be assault - right? Why is this different for kids? I don't' get it.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Three you say?
Posted by Sammee at 3:49 PM
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