Mouth-y. Eye-y.

Yesterday Zach lost his glasses. Don't panic (I don't...anymore), he does it all the time. If he goes too long before finding them, he starts to hurt.

After an hour or so on the Wii, he came flailing in to the living room, rubbing his eyes and hollering, "My EYES!! My EYES!! Oh Mommy!! My-y-y-y EYES!!" I glanced up from whatever I was doing for a single nanosecond, clearly concerned about his predicament. I said, in my most patient Mom Voice, referring to his glasses, of course, "Where do you think they are, Zach?"

He says, without missing a beat, "In my head, Mom. My eyes are in my head."

Good luck looking for your own dang glasses, little buddy!