Flying sharks

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them.

We were on our way to Target in the rain (the Fab Four and I) to get Valentines for the parties the kids were having at Bible Study and at school on Friday. It was early, and I probably hadn't had enough caffeine to be thinking clearly. It was a mistake any mom could make, but that a seasoned mom should not.

And yet there they were, those fateful words, carelessly spilling out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"What kind of Valentines do you guys want to make?" I asked the underage crowd riding behind me.

They paused, long enough for me to realize just how much power I had given them, and to realize that I should have simply suggested the purchase of some premade cards.

Then Caleb piped up with a suggestion that was heartily approved by his siblings.

"I want to make shark heart paper airplane valentines," he yelled, much too enthusiastically.

Shark. Heart. Paper Airplane. Valentines.

Who ever heard of such a thing?

My defenses were low (probably the lack of caffeine) and I agreed to try to find supplies to make these shark heart paper airplane valentines. We managed to locate some sparkly shark stickers for Caleb, some frogs for Abby, and some train stickers for Jacob. Back home, I drew hearts for Caleb to color while Abby decorated her own red and pink paper, and the hubby and I spent the evening folding a few dozen tiny paper airplanes. (Thankfully, Abby was able to fold her own.)

And just like that, their wish came true.

Next year, I'll know better.