I scribbled out a check for the amount of six dollars.
Well, because Tommy brought home another magnet with his drawing on it.
It started last year and at first I was thrilled to pay for a magnet with my son’s creation on it.
But then it happened again. (Happens TWICE in one year!)
How many magnets am I supposed to buy? And why are the kids given the magnets? So the parents can break their hearts and be all, “Actually sweets, I’m not going to buy it this year because my fridge is COVERED with your magnet drawings. Cool?”
And it WON’T be cool!
Well, at least it won’t be cool if you have an ultra sensitive kid like my son.
I pulled out his magnet and praised him on a job well done.
“You’re buying it?” Tommy wondered, sticking it on the fridge.
“Er...well, the thing is, I bought two others. I’ll gladly put the original drawing on the fridge and—”
“Don’t you like it?” (Picture sad blue eyes blinking up at you.)
“I love it. And as I said, I’ll put the original drawing on the—"(at this point, Tommy sniffed)—"you know what, sure, I’ll buy it.”
“Great!” Tommy said cheerfully.
(And I guess it’s a good thing that he only wants the magnet, because if you’re willing to shell out more money, you can get your kid’s art on a BLANKET! Thank goodness he’s never wanted an art blanket.)
I stared down at the latest magnet. Tommy said he drew himself smiling. The smile in the drawing looked forced and I let out a giggle.
Because it’s the same smile I wear when I’m surrounded by those mothers prattling on about how they feed their kids only Organic foods, limit the TV to one hour, and admit to passing out apples on Halloween.
So I guess it was six bucks well spent.