We have a little tradition on Valentine's Day.
(that I was dumb enough to start).
They get to go on a scavenger hunt to find their loot.
(actually, my mom is the dumb one, she did this with me and my bro, and since neither of us turned out to be ax murderers, I figure copying our childhood isn't the worst thing. Although they may turn out to be insanely inappropriate and absurdly vulgar…but it could be worse. Right?).
Hadley was all about it this year…because she can actually read the clues.
And that makes her feel really, really cool.
So, she woke up before I left for work, which is EARLY, and loudly whispered from her door,
"Mama, can we come down and do the hunt before you leave? Please Mama. PUHLEASE!".
I couldn't say no to my gal that loves a holiday like NO other.
(and often times these little 'moments' make me think maybe, just maybe, they will forget all those times I scream my bloody head off at them.
Uh-Oh, I guess it was his turn.
Gotta keep up pal.