Valentine’s Day is something of a deal in my family. Not a big deal. But a deal. 3 boys need to learn to be romantic somehow. So they get candy and Star Wars toy or some sort of craft. We discuss remembering our loved ones and showing them that we love them on any day of the year. But you never know if they’re actually getting it.
Tornado S: Mama, I need money for school.
Me: For what?
Tornado S: To buy a flower.
Tornado E: For who?
Tornado S: I want to bring it home.
Tornado E: You can’t. They’re for sending to kids at the school.
Tornado S: But I want one!
So Sunday I took Tornado S to the florist and showed him around.
Me: What flower do you want?
Tornado S: Carnations! Because they last longer.
I looked around and didn’t see any large single ones, so I flagged down an employee.
Employee: What color?
I looked down at Tornado S.
Me: What color?
Tornado S: (with an excited little jump) Red!
Employee: (To Tornado S) How many?
Tornado S looked at me.
Me: How many?
Tornado S: (with another excited jump) Three!
The employee left and brought us 3 red carnations, telling us to go to the front to get them wrapped.
Cashier: Would you like these wrapped with baby’s breath?
Me: Do you?
Tornado S: What’s baby’s breath?
Cashier: Hold on. (She went and brought out a clump of baby’s breath and handed it to Tornado S.) This is baby’s breath.
Tornado S: (Handing it back to the cashier) Ok. Yes, please.
Cashier: And you can get a card to fill out.
Tornado S followed where she pointed. He picked a card and showed it to me. Then he carefully wrote out a message as I paid.
Then he handed me the card: “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mama!”
When I got home today, Tornado A greeted me at the door.
Tornado A: You’re home, Mama! Do you want your present now?
Tornado A: OK! (runs out of the room) Brothers! Brothers! Mama’s home! We need to give her our present! Hurry! (Tornado A runs by with Tornado S following) Tornado E! Come on! (Tornado E follows)
The boys ran into my parent’s room, demanding the present. Then they ran out to find me. Tornado A swung a plastic bad. He reached in it.
Tornado A: Here, Mama. It’s from all of us.
He handed me a heart-shaped candy box.
Tornado S: And it’s metal, so we can use it again.
Me: Thank you, boys. I guess I should go get your presents out of the room.