My Bloody Valentine
My daughter received her first personal Valentine’s message from a boy in her school class this year. Her embarrassment was so acute (or should that be just "cute"?) that it took her two days to summon the courage to tell me about it. When she did, she was quick to note three crucial points for me:
- She doesn’t really like him "all that much anyway!"
- She didn’t really want a Valentine from any boy at all because she’s "too young for boyfriends and stuff like that".
- And could I believe that he "actually got his mom to help him write the note?!"
Oh the shock and horror of it all. Not her, me. And not about the Valentine, but about the price of double-barrelled shotguns these days.