The night before Valentine’s Day, Valentine’s Day Eve respectively, Laylee went on and on about how awesome the holiday was going to be and how she could not WAIT until tomorrow.
“Uuuuhhhhh….. yeah. It’s gonna be so awesome,” I replied.
My plan for the day was to say, “Happy Valentine’s Day!” and give her a big hug, then go about my business. After putting the kids to bed I got a call from my friend Nancy about something unrelated to Valentine’s Day and mentioned that I was in deep doggy droppings because I didn’t have the energy or creativity to pull off an even remotely awesome Valentine’s for the kids.
She may argue with me on how I quote her here but she said something along the lines of, “Dude! All you have to do to be the best mom ever on Valentine’s Day is make pink pancakes in the shape of hearts. Bam! Best mom ever. Oh, and St. Patrick’s Day is coming up so buy lucky charms for breakfast and dye the milk green. Bam! Best mom ever.”
I took her advice to heart and it worked. The kids thought it was the most special amazing Valentine’s Day ever. Although I must admit I one-upped the Nanster by cutting out red paper hearts, writing shmoopish messages on them and taping them to pieces of candy for the kids.
Today when the green milk emerged from the fridge and SUGAR CEREAL was pulled from the cupboard, my kids’ heads mildly exploded. Laylee was 100% sure that Leprechauns were to blame for the violated milk, which Laylee and Magoo then slurped with a fervor, that can only be induced by alleged magic.
You know, you still have time to follow Nancy’s advice and be the best mom ever today. No one ever said that sugar cereal and milk that looks like it came from a diseased cow don’t make a perfectly acceptable dinner.