Through different eyes

We were at Aidan's school this afternoon, looking for his glasses. (He told us yesterday that he had not seen them - no pun intended - since Friday. Although he told us he "thoroughly" searched for the glasses today, we took him back right after school let out and did our own search. The glasses were found by James in the art smock bin in the classroom. So much for being thorough, son.) As soon as we walked into his classroom, I immediately looked around and wondered where he might hide from a gunman. And when I realized what I was doing, it was all I could do not to cry right then and there.