Caelism of the Day

As we sat at the dining room table, two parties' worth of valentines and six cavities' worth of candy splayed out before us, Cael contemplated the holiday.

"Mommy, why did I get so much candy?"

"It's a tradition to pass out valentines to your friends and anyone you love.  A lot of people give candy, but not everyone."

"Why you didn't give me a valentine?"

Because less than two months ago I broke the bank on a bounty of junk that you don't touch anymore and I'll be expected to provide you with an additional plethora of treats in less than two more months.  You can eat leftover chocolate.  I think we still have some from your birthday.  

And Halloween.  

And Christmas.

"I did draw you a valentine train, and you got to do some special things like meeting Daddy for lunch, remember?"

"But you didn't give me candy."

"You don't think you have enough candy here?"

"Nope.  I need more candy.  I want to eat candy for lunch and dinner and supper and my snack."

"What about breakfast?"

"For breakfast I want french toast sticks."

Shocker.

"Well then maybe I'll get you some french toast sticks for Valentine's Day next year."

"Really, Mommy?  I guess you love me a lot."

"I do.  Do you love me?"


"Yep, I do."

"What will you get me for Valentine's Day next year?"

"Peas."

"You won't get me any french toast sticks?"

"Nope, you don't need that.  We have too much candy here already."