Has Irkle come to live with us?

There is a gentleman that we know who needs help tending to his garden. So we go over to his house a couple times a week and help him pick or weed or whatever needs to be done. We were there about two weeks ago and Abbey found the toy box that he keeps around for the kids who may come to visit him. She found a red pair of plastic glasses (minus the lenses) and immediately put them on. She loved them so much she giggled and posed every time someone talked to her that night. She even convinced this nice gentleman to let her take them home. (Only after a heart felt plea from her, complete with ginormous crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks when we told her to take them off.) She still has them on. She wakes up in the morning, she puts them on.We go to the store, she has them on. We put her in the tub, she has them on. It was all I could do to get her to take them off for church on Sunday! But as soon as we walked in the door, she raced upstairs and put them back on. She reminds me of Steve Irkle. Combine the crazy glasses with the THREE haircuts she's given herself over the last couple weeks and we've got one H.O.T. chic.
Silly girl.