It means chocolate.
It means flowers.
It means pulling your hair out if you have a kid who has to label all her Valentines for the class party.
This is what I discovered when I did it with my seven-year-old:
--some kids have weird ass long names
--some kids have names that make it hard to figure out if it is a boy or a girl. I called one person a boy, and Natalie was all, "That's RUDE! SHE'S a girl!" It made me flashback to the Courtney I went to school with. He was a boy. It always threw me off.
--it takes forever to label 20+ Valentines, especially if your kid is like, "My hand is hurting," every two seconds. Followed by, "I need a break."
--she's specific about WHAT Valentine each kid gets. I'd randomly hand one to her and she'd be like, "This says BE MINE. I can't say BE MINE to Cody. It'll give him the wrong idea. He chases me all the time and I'm not interested."
One hour later, we were finished, and I wanted to throw up my hands and do a jig, but then I had to put together Natalie's box to hold all her Valentines:
I am NOT crafty. This sort of thing does NOT bring me any type of pleasure. The instructions confused me. It was all, "Use the foam glue to keep the paper in place." First of all, I had no idea what foam glue was. Nothing was labeled. I eventually found squares that were the foam glue. But the instructions didn't specify how many squares that were needed per piece of paper. So I used one, and the paper kept falling off, so I had to add MORE foam glue squares.
Foam glue squares got stuck to my pants. My shirt. My hair.
I HATE foam glue squares.
I eventually figured it out. I mean, it's not perfect. The paper is falling off in some parts but I can't face the foam glue squares anymore.
I let Natalie put the sticker bits on wherever she wanted.
I was like, "We're done! No more Valentine's Day stuff!" and Natalie was like, "You have to bring something for the party. Maybe you can make a cake?"
She was insulted.
"I'll bring store bought sugar cookies and plastic cups. Deal?"