We started down our hill, Joel leading the way while pushing Sophia in the stroller, and Bria following them. Chloe and I were a ways behind. About 20 feet into our journey, I saw Sophia drop something and Bria bend down to get it, when suddenly she stood up and let out the most harrowing cry you've ever heard. I thought maybe she'd been stung by a bee? Seen a dead mouse? Somehow hurt herself? Hundreds of options were running through my mind, and all of the sobbing and screaming was making it a bit difficult to understand her.
But then I understood what she was saying, "You're going to be so mad at me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I finally caught up to her, and realized that she'd dropped her glasses down the storm drain.
The ones she wears every day because she is incredibly nearsighted.
She was wearing her prescription sunglasses because it was so sunny out, and had been carrying her regular glasses in her hand for reasons I still do not understand. When she picked up Sophia's toy, they slipped and fell right into the storm drain.
I would be upset, too, if it happened to me.
(I bet you can't guess where the glasses fell through.)
Turns out our neighbor had been looking out the window as we were walking by. Then he saw us stop and proceed to create a "commotion" (yes, he used that word), so he came out to help.
Here's the problem with having an entire family comprised of passionate artist types: We simply can't go anywhere without some sort of drama. Usually pretty loud drama, too. The "commotion" consisted of Bria crying like somebody had been killed before her eyes, Joel being upset because these glasses are only a few months old and expensive, me making big gestures with my hands trying to come up with a solution, and also trying not to be angry since Joel was taking care of that part already and I didn't want to upset Bria any more, Sophia screaming at the top of her lungs to be let out of her stroller so she could see the storm drain and Chloe trying her best to calm her sister down.
What our neighbor thinks of us, I'll never know. But he was very helpful. While Joel ran up the hill to get a flashlight, he came out to help armed with a crowbar, a shovel, and his teenage son.
Thank heavens that the water in the drain was still, and that in this case, still waters did not run deep. Joel was able to locate the glasses with the flashlight, and then the ancient grate (seriously 100 years old) was pried up, and the glasses were recovered. They were covered in mud and gunk, but they were otherwise just fine.
And we still got our walk to the park, even though it was delayed a good 40 minutes by drama.
I'd say all the drama was worth it.