It began with a poetic decree.
Then they pulled out the big guns.
Some approached the project with a delicate touch.
Others have their valentines seeing spots … er, dot-to-dots.
And still others just like squirting glue … everywhere. Anywhere. All over.
Which is why little girls should make Valentine’s Day cards …
And after cutting carefully crafted hearts in two, pesky little brothers should be sent to the nearest snow drift.
But they’re kind. They didn’t leave him out in the cold.
Instead they yelled, “Maaaaawwwwmy! Your son needs you desperately!”
And then they sent him marching to me. But I was ready.
I handed him a knife.
I handed him a bowl of pink frosting and a shaker of chocolate sprinkles.
We haven’t heard from him since.
Don’t worry.
He left a trail of candy hearts. One said E-mail me. The other: You’re dirty.
Like my kitchen.
Could be why the next one said, Luv Me.
Of course. How could I not. You, little boy are
My hero.
And as for the three amigas,
Simply divine.
