I tried to convince BAD Boy that handmade V-Day cards are the way to go. I even carted BAD Boy and B to Michael’s and bought a bunch of glitter, stickers, and stock paper than should legally be allowed to convince him that handmade is the way to go. He really just wasn’t buying it. In the end,? he decided to make his teacher a HUGE handmade card and got Fun Dip Valentines for his classmates.
We’ll call it a draw.
However, I had supplies and wasn’t going to let them go to waste. So this is what happens after you let a 30 year old woman reliving her childhood go free range in a craft store:
That pink card down in the bottom right corner? That is for everyone who still hates Valentine’s Day or wishes Hallmark had an “I Hate You and Hope You Get Crabs” card to send to your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband/significant other/whatever/just because.
And this is what happens when you let an 8 year old boy play with poster board, crayons, stamp and ink pads:
How sweet is that? And he got her chocolate too. This kid? He’s going to be good with the ladies. Oy vey.
aw man, there’s nothing to make fun of here.
cutie-patootie-ness all ’round.
Mmm, Fun Dip. If an almost-30-year-old wearing handknits shows up in BAD Boy’s classroom, insisting she’s been there the entire time, that’ll be me.
Cute! I love the anti-valentine one!
Notice the corrected email addy. I’m gettin’ with the program.
Very cute.
The boy child wants to make a HUGE valentine for his teacher, too. I guess I’ll be breaking out the glitter later today. lol
Sweet. We all laughed a bunch.
I better get the one with the line through it and all. You know how much I hate all that syrupy namby pamby lovey dovey bile.
Plus, If I get the hate card, I’ll totally be like your bff forever.