Okay, not the greatest picture, it's all
orangey and washed out, but you get the idea. My biggest man (well, besides Wes of course) has his first pair of glasses. It was totally inevitable, I know... after all, his mother is part bat... but then again, I was not this young when I got my first pair. Eight years old... poor kid... the future does not look good. They're just going to get thicker and thicker and thicker, until his eyeballs are just two little black dots in the center, like some kind of cartoon character.
Of course, he just thinks they are super neat at this point. No one has called him four eyes yet, though.
I have to admit, he looks pretty cute with them...