I sent my oldest son off with a pack of Superhero Squad Valentine cards for his classmates this morning.
Because nothing says love like the Incredible Hulk, Wolverine, and Captain America.
A pack of Valentine cards that I had to talk him into getting in the first place by assuring, “Look! These aren’t mushy at all!”.
He still wasn’t happy about it.
Since school was closed yesterday due to selective parent/teacher conferences, they were having their party today, along with a celebration for the 100th day of school. I tried, I really did, to get him to do something, anything, for the 100th day. “We could draw a picture! We could bring in 100 suckers! I’ve got a great idea, how about 100 stickers!”. He flat-out refused. Fine, I finally agreed, but “you should really bring in Valentine cards for your classmates”. “Not Carrie-Ann!”, he stated in resolution, “she’s mean to me”.
He didn’t want to do that either, though, until I took him to the store with me. There, we dug through the selection of mass-produced sentiments of care until we came across the Superheros. “It’s either this or Hello Kitty”, became an easy decision once that ultimatum was delivered. Upon return home, we sat at his desk and wrote each name in the scrawl of 1st grade.
“But I’m still not making one for Carrie-Ann”, he repeated adamantly. And we didn’t.
I snuck a few extra in his backpack, though. Just in case.