Valentines

I gave the boy a little box of chocolate hearts with Lightning McQueen on the lid, and I am the best mom ever.

    A: Here you are! Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie.

    BOY: Oh, wow — what is it?

    A: It’s chocolates. Happy Valentine’s Day.

    BOY: Can I have one?

    A: Yes, you may have chocolate at nine in the morning, because it is Valentine’s Day.

    BOY: Gee, thanks! [opens box, takes a foil-wrapped chocolate out, unwraps it strip by strip, and nibbles the treat] It’s hard!

    A: Yes, and it’s got Rice Krispies inside, too.

    BOY: Thanks, Mama!

    [A turns to leave]

    BOY: [calls after her] That was very kind of you, Mama. Thank you!

Then we had to negotiate when he would be allowed to eat another one, so I brought the clock over and said that when the little hand was pointing at the ten and the big hand was pointing at the twelve, he could have a second one. He decided to hold the clock in one hand and the box of chocolates in the other, just so he wouldn’t miss the precise moment when he’d be allowed to unwrap another chocolate.

Have a terrific day, everyone! Hug a cat or a tree or a friend.

3 thoughts on “Valentines”

  2. Autumn Post author

    He is very polite (most of the time). This morning when he crawled into our bed at ten to seven, he leaned over me and whispered, “Mama? How was your cello lesson?” He always remembers to ask how a rehearsal or lesson went, if he knows I was out the evening before.

    I, too, love this icon with much love.

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