"Mom, can you bring my extra pair of glasses to the court? I'm okay, but my glasses ... not so much."
Turns out he was running and just (I guess) didn't see a bench and tripped over it and went skidding across the court on his face. ON HIS FACE. Look at these glasses! All I can think is that would have been his eyes if he hadn't been wearing them.
Luckily, I bought a warranty when we got the glasses, so I just brought the spares to the tennis courts, collected the broken ones, and drove them straight to the optometrist's office to ask for a replacement. So all's well that ends ... without scraped-up eyeballs.
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