Valentines Day 2001, at the Lego station in Ms. Cornelius’ Kindergarten class:
Me: Will you be my Valentine?
(Also on my list of “Valentines” that day: my mom, my neighbor, the class guinea pig.)
Hannah: No. If you’re a girl your Valentine has to be a boy and if you’re a boy it has to be a girl.
Me: Oh. Why?
Hannah: I don’t know, it’s just the rule. That’s what my dad told me.
Me: Oh. Okay.
(Mentally) That’s a weird and confusing rule. Who came up with this stuff? When do we get chocolate?
Coincidentally, I still have those three thoughts pretty frequently now.
Nadia In Her Own World 