It’s Valentine’s Day. Hurray?
At my son’s school we can get Valentine’s cards to have the kids give each other. Adorable, most likely. A bunch of 12 – 24 month olds handing tiny little cards to each other, pretending to read them saying, ‘ba ba ba ba? Ba ba.’
But here’s the disappointing news – we aren’t supposed to write in the cards! This, of course, makes me want to write in the cards.
Here’s what I would write:
‘Hey babe, you, me, Tijuana, and lots of mistakes – this weekend?’
‘Of all the babies, you are my least favorite. Your nose is always runny and it’s gross.’ (I know exactly who I’d want my son to give this to.)
‘When the grown ups aren’t looking we should begin the revolution.’
‘Sometimes when I poop my pants and sit in my diaper … it’s like a warm, squishy hug on my tush.’
‘You can never defeat me.’
‘Oh my God I love your hair. Nah I’m kidding girl you look like a mess.’
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone.