My six-year-old came out of his room the other morning wearing eyeglasses with no lenses. The frames were the same pillow shape as his mother’s, though hers were apricot colored, and these were a red tortoiseshell like a movie star might wear. He must have gotten them from Mrs. Dugan, who watches him during the summer while I’m at work.

I was surprised to see him still wearing the glasses at dinner. He pushed them up by the bridge after leaning in for a bite of sloppy Joe, as though he’d been wearing glasses all his life.