Not Romantically Inclined

Yesterday Little Brother came home from school with a bag full of Valentines from his classmates, treats from his teacher, and a custom-decorated-by-Little-Brother “fun foam” Valentine for us.

The glue was still wet on that last item so I put it up where it wouldn’t get knocked over so that it could dry overnight.

I just checked the Valentine and it is all ready to display. I showed it to Little Brother and he was happy with it. Then I said, “Thank you for making this nice Valentine for us.”

He just looked at me and said, “Mom, it’s not like I had a choice! They made us do those.”

Way to kill the moment, Little Brother. I hope you grow out of that before you get a girlfriend!

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