rose colored glasses.

i say, "don't put all your eggs in one basket."
they say, "what eggs? what basket?"

i say, "the early bird gets the worm."
they say, "a worm? where?"

i adore spending my days with children. i love the excuse to dissect common expressions and explain the ordinary things we say, reminding myself that language is a treasure. i imagine the origin of such phrases and think of them as a common heritage of short stories.

all the whining about a blustery spring-break had me admonishing that they wear "rose-colored glasses."

we decided to take the suggestion literally.

even the window we doused with optimistic pink.

all of the glass dried in a milky gloomy crust, dimming the life-giving-light.

but we put on our figurative rose-lenses and had a dandy of a time chipping cheery pictures.