Choosing frames, getting your eyesight checked, waiting for your new glasses to arrive... These are big events when you're eight years old. Last week we went to the optician, and the time since has been anxious waiting for Jacob.
Today his new specs arrived, and it was a very excited little man who skip hopped through puddles and over slippery ice all the way there. Unfortunately there was a small mishap with the woman in the shop, to whom it was apparently impossible to imagine that the child with long hair in front of her would indeed be Jacob - a boy. After I assured her, repeatedly, that this really was my son, she gave him the glasses, and off we went.