It just so happens I have a child that had both A) serious vision impairment and B) the tendency to treat his glasses like pipe cleaners. It seemed like the perfect solution.
Now, you may already know where I'm going with this. Maybe you too have a child intent on seeing just how far he can push the boundaries between spectacles and origami. Perhaps you too like to save money, although I'm not sure who doesn't.
Turns out what they don't say is that EVERY. SINGLE. PAIR. of the 2 for $40.00 options comes directly from the Serial Killer Collection. Each and every time he tried a pair on, all I could do was picture him 10 years down the road, stocking his dilapidated ice cream van full of rope and chloroform.
Even his sister, the one that loves to tease and taunt him at every turn, noticed. "MOM, you aren't really going to buy these for him are you?" That's when I knew we had been beaten.
So we moved up to the next moderately priced collection and found two respectable pairs of specs. It was a fair amount more financially, but I consider it worth it to not have to be interviewed by the cyborg Barbara Walters asking me if there was any signs that my child would turn out so very odd.