As Annabel signed all of her valentines last night, we suddenly realized she didn’t have a valentine for her teacher. We pulled out the construction paper and markers, and she carefully wrote, “Dear [teacher], I love when you give us recess.” After Mike and I laughed for 20 minutes, we started joking about the other honest valentines we’d send to people. Of course, most of ours had to do with our kids…
It’s like a cracker factory back there.
I look back on it fondly.
The chocolate is just a bonus.
Let’s still try to make it to the bathroom, though, okay?
Daddy especially appreciates this.
Only on special occasions.
JAMES WE ARE IN A DROUGHT GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM.
It still stuns me, all these years later.