Last year my son, The Max, created a song complete with choreography for Valentine’s Day. Something happened to him between last year and now, he’s become too cool. I guess that’s what happens at ten years old.
If it were possible to hug, kiss, and say ‘I love you’ too much to your kids I would be an offender. Every day when Max leaves and when he comes home I do all three of those things. He obliges me, though he behaves as though he hates the mush.
Last night, at Cub Scouts, the boys made Valentine’s cards for family members. Here’s mine:
Sweet, simple, he forgot the silent ‘e’.
Here’s the inside:
I love you too, crazy boy.