Jackson will exchange valentines with his preschool classmates this Thursday. He's really going through a dinosaur-loving phase, so I was happy to find a box of dinosaur valentines at Target.
Last night's bunco party was Valentine's Day themed and we were all supposed to bring valentines to exchange. Well, let's just say I was done with overachieving after Annabeth's birthday party and the V-Day baking extravaganza. So I grabbed 11 cards out of Jackson's dinosaur box to take with me.
I learned in 5th grade that you should always, always, always go through the cards and make sure none of them says something embarrassing. That year I accidentally and randomly gave the boy I liked a Snoopy card that said, "I want to kiss you, Valentine." Horror.
So I was going through the cards and I found this one.
Okaaaay. No soup for you, prehistoric valentine card! Okay for four-year-olds, not okay for grown women.
The first thing we did at bunco was decorate bags to hold all our valentines. Then everyone started filling them with adorable handmade valentines, heart-shaped brownies, and homemade cookies. I would have felt insecure about my little dinosaur cards but the mental energy I usually devote to succeeding! had been sucked dry along with my ability to care-slash-obsess!
Anywho, this morning Jackson and I had a wonderful moment on the couch together before he went to school. He snuggled next to me and we watched a few minutes of Dinosaur Train on TV. Just before walking out the door, he said with such love and wonder, "When Bibby and Mommy were babies, did they see dinosaurs?"
You cannot make this stuff up, people.