Ryan needs new glasses. I've known it for a few months but they just haven't been in the budget (hell, soap and toothpaste aren't in the budget at the moment... yeah... don't be coming 'round here without your noseplug). Anyway, she's been mentioning her vision issues a bit more frequently in the past two weeks... like this afternoon...
Ry: Man, I really can't see out of these glasses!
Me: I know, honey. I'll make an appointment for you to get your eyes checked next week, I promise.
Ry: No, it's not that.
Ry: I just ate popcorn and now my lenses are covered in butter.
Yeah... my kid is blind and a slob. And I've no idea where she gets any of it.