"Our family is just obsessed with valentines," the Little Supervisor told me the other night. Homework be darned--it was valentine-making season, and she'd decided to make valentines for all her classmates.
All 22 of them.
I dug through my still-packed boxes of craft supplies to discover a shocking shortage of pink cardstock, but the Little Supervisor didn't mind. Boys would like orange and blue better anyway, she told me, reserving the cranberry cardstock for the girls in her class.
Several nights later, those distinctions had evaporated. Her box of valentines contained cards of all sizes and colors, from giant hearts wearing eyeglasses to white folded squares decorated with red doilies and purple marker. The one consistent piece? The handwritten message inside, carefully printed with black marker: "I love you [classmate]. Love, Lucy."
The valentine she made for herself was no exception. After all, her name was on the class list too, and her teacher did say that if they wanted to give Valentines, they needed to bring one for every student in the class....