WCB has enjoyed wearing sunglasses for some time now, and she recently got attached to a pair of pink ones with Dora the Explorer on the sides. She calls glasses "eyes", and the Dora ones would go everywhere with her. She would sleep with them on, eat with them on. She's addicted to the glasses, sort of like Jack Nicholson at the Oscars. I've gotten so used to seeing her in them that it takes me a while to figure out why people in Wal-Mart are always laughing at her.
Of course, I live in constant fear that the "eyes" are going to break. I wish she'd get attached to something a little more durable than child-sized sunglasses, like, say, a Faberge egg.
Sure enough, yesterday I was pushing her through the park in the stroller when I heard the sounds I'd been dreading coming from the stroller seat: "OH!! NO!! Broken! Eyes! Broken!" Yes. The Dora glasses had snapped apart. It was a dark day for our family. The ride home was a non-stop chorus of "Broken! Broken! Broken!"
We took an emergency trip to Target this morning, and she now has a pair of Disney's Beauty and the Beast glasses, which she's wearing during her nap right now. Whew. I'm realizing the glasses are a little bit like pet goldfish: You only get a few weeks of enjoyment out of them before they die and you have to run back to the store and replace them.