"Happy Valentine's Day!" cried Mr. P, running into our room, about as excited as Christmas. "I think I know what today is about," he confided, head resting on the edge of the bed as I pried my eyes open and tried to look interested. Mmhmm? "It's about Jesus and God and Love," he declared, then realized he had missed something, "...and Cupid."
The rest of the day kind of dissolved, in more of a hydrochloric acid way than a Sweet Tart way, and the photo there of one of Shmoogie's valentines was insisting on coming up sideways and I just kept thinking of the German phrase "schief gegangen", which usually translates to "gone awry" but the word schief has many meanings, the most plain of which is "crooked" or maybe "off kilter". The sideways Valentine photo started to take on poetic meaning. But then when I went to load it, it was magically right side up. Oy.