On Sunday mornings, K and his friend David go bike riding for exercise.
A few Sundays ago I wracked my brain for an activity I could do with the children while he was gone that didn't involve changing out of my pajamas.
Being the always ahead of schedule, freakishly organized type, I decided we should make Valentine's Day cards for their classmates.
[I may not be Betty Crocker, but I can cut and paste you under the table, PTA Lady!]
The Mayor spent two hours making a single card for his best friend.
The Rooster produced a solid handful and advised me on how they should be addressed.
Knowing she didn't have enough for her whole class, I suggested that some of mine could be addressed to her friends.
"Do you want to give this one to Hallie?" I asked.
I held the card out for The Rooster's inspection.
She looked at it carefully and then at me.
"I don't think she would like your cards, Mommy," she said.
"How come?" I asked.
"Yours are too weird."
Have a weird Valentine's Day!