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It’s Never Too Early…


My daughter took Valentine’s Day cards to her daycare last week. She worked very hard on them with Mrs. Jorge, colouring with crayons, applying stickers, and using glitter glue to affix heart-shaped paper cut-outs to the cards.

I addressed each card to one of the kids in her daycare group (lots of whom were very generous with their cards) and L’il J took them to her class. When I went to pick her up at the end of the day, one of the girls there walked up to her and gave her a card that looked exactly like the ones that we had bought for the other kids. An interesting coincidence.

Or so I thought.

My daughter insisted that the card was for her friend, to which I chuckled.

Jorge: No, that’s her card to you, sweetie.
L’il J: No, Daddy. That’s for her.

She was so insistent that I opened it up and looked inside. I was surprised to see that her classmate had basically crossed out both names and wrote them back in reverse.

Jorge: Oh. It looks like I made a mistake. This one is for you.
Snob In Training: I know. But I don’t need it. I have plenty of other Valentines from all of the other kids so she can take that one back.


I guess it’s never too early to believe you are popular.

My daughter, truth be told, didn’t allow this to affect her for very long. Like most children, the event was forgotten. I just find it interesting that she will model some of her behaviours after her classmate. Luckily, she hasn’t picked up on some of the finer social traits that make some of these kids so charming.