I was greeting the children today when I heard a loud voice booming down the hallway. I didn't need to look up from the Hello Kitty backpack I was holding to know who that voice belonged to.
It was Frank.
"Mrs. SMYTHE!" he was yelling, intent on reaching me to share some obviously important information. "I went to the EYE doctor!"
"Wow!" I said, genuinely excited to see him as he knocked me over with a huge bear hug.
"Yeah," he continued with a smile, "I gotta get glasses! My own glasses! I'm smear-sighted."
"Don't you mean near-sighted?" I asked, trying to help him out.
"Naw. When I look at the board everything is all smeary, and when I get glasses, it'll be all not-smeary."
And with that, he turned and raced down the hall in a cloudy, smeary ball of dust.
17 comments:
god love that kid :)
That kid makes me smile!
He does make my day!
I gotta get me some glasses too!
Everything is all smeary when I look at anything these days!
My glasses aren't working anymore. Maybe Frank's eye doctor can't hook me up.
Oh, you are so lucky. I think every interaction with that little gem probably takes half a year off of your age.
He's completely right.
I see things all smeary too.
Usually after 8pm.
Or a martini.
Whichever comes first.
I'm so glad that he's still around. I was grinning while reading your entire post! God Bless that boy!
aww...did you tell him i miss him...
Thank you. Rarely do I get my wishes granted so quickly.
Those hugs will hold you up somedays!
I got smear sighted after 42....
Ahhhh, Frank....he's got a way with words! Love that kid!
Smeary...I love it and it's so true!
Awww, so cute and what a way with words--makes perfect sense, doesn't it?! Glad he could make you smile.
I think I need a Frank-a-day to keep me smiling ..
Lucky you :)
I love your new stories from this year, but I have to admit. . I MISS FRANK!!!
Have you compared notes with Frank's teacher for this year?
My glasses help keep me sober since I'm bar-sighted.
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