It's that time of year, again. Valentine's Day, not Valentime's Day, VALENTINE'S. I know, it's a subtle difference, but there is a difference.
"Mom, I need my Valentime's by tomorrow!" Amaya stated with urgency. "My teacher said!"
"It's V-a-l-e-n-t-i-n-e," I corrected her.
"Okay, V-a-l-e-n-t-i-n-e..." she mocked me. "I still need them."
At the store we stood in front of the impressive boxed card display and making a decision was impossible. Amaya thought they were all so cute and wanted to buy her top three picks. Obviously the answer was no.
Rio quietly stared up at the shelves. His eyes big with want.
"Which ones do you like?" I asked him. Not prepared for his answer.
"Um...I thinking...I want to get all of the girls...a bear, or a dog, or a frog, or something," he said.
"Well, how many girls are in your class?" I asked.
"I don't know?" he answered. "A lot!"
"What? He's in second grade!" I said, leaning into my husband.
"You know what...I was the same way." My husband laughed into my ear. He was proud of his little Casanova.
It was amusing. But there are close to fifteen girls in his class. The bears are five dollars each. All I could see were dollar signs.
So I had to break out my best negotiating skills, and I was able to persuade him with some pretty fantastic Sponge Bob Valentine's that came with lolly-pops.
"Can we do our Valentime's when we get home?" Amaya asked, as were leaving the store.
"It's V-a-l-e-n-t-i-n-e! Gees, Amaya!" Rio corrected her.