Broken Glasses

Calliope: "Uh oh."

Me: "Oh, your sunglasses broke."

C: "Abby, fix them."

M: "Sorry, love, I can't fix them. You have others."

C: "That's okay. Somelse fix them."

M: "Who?"

C: "Somelse."

M: <pause for thinking and wondering> "Oh, someone else?"

C: "Yes. He will fix them."

I hope "he" can fix some other things around the apartment while he's at it.