God KNEW I needed to laugh every day…and so he handed me Frank - on a silver bloody, hysterical platter.

Today was the DAY of trick-or-treating in our neck of the woods, and it made for a wonderful crazy day full of excitement.

I stood outside the classroom ready to greet the children, and leading the charge down the hall was my man Frank. He leaves school most days claiming (in a LOUD and FURIOUS voice) that he is NEVER EVER coming back.

He lies.

Not only does he come BACK, he runs down the hall with a smile, arms wide open for a hug and plows into me like a mac truck with no brakes.

THAT is how I start each and every day. (And I love it.)

This morning, however, I immediately noticed something different about our Frank.

“Frank!! You’ve got GLASSES! They are so cool!”

He smiled and said, “Now I will be smarter, and will know ALL my letters and stuff. And prolly be gooder.” (If I could get my hands on a class set of THOSE glasses, I’d be set.)

We all oohed and aahhed over Frank’s glasses most of the day, and he smiled and told story after story (in his low gravelly voice) about how he got them from the “doctah” the day before.

He carefully placed them in his glasses case when we went to recess, and promptly returned them to his nose when we came inside.

At the end of the exhausting day, I started putting the chairs on top of the tables. I had shooed the excited trick-or-treaters to be out the door for their night of craziness and was praying that I could make it home before I passed out.

Then my school phone rang. It was Frank’s mother, calling to check on his behavior for the day. Apparently his night of candy collecting was contingent upon a positive report.

I not only gave her a glowing report, I also commented that his glasses were the highlight of the day.

“Glasses? He was wearing GLASSES?”

“Um. Yep.” I answered.

“Were they round wire rimmed glasses with a tree-frog case? God, that kid is driving me CRAZY!!”

Frank was wearing his brother George’s glasses. All. Day. Long.

And George? He had given them to Frank in exchange for the sticker chart Frank had brought home last week FULL of stickers. He decided he didn't want the glasses anymore.

Apparently a fairly new pair of glasses WITH a case is an even exchange for a card full of glow-in-the-dark Star Wars stickers.

I can’t WAIT to see our Frank tomorrow.

(If I had the energy, I would run to the dollar store for glasses for the whole class. Wouldn’t THAT render him speechless???)