The Holloway children made out like bandits this Valentine's Day. Their faces say it all.
It started with gift bags from Nina in the morning and red foil chocolate hearts from Mommy and Daddy (remember this one because there's an adorable back story here I promise to share soon).
And it concluded with more candy from Nana and Papa later in the day and balloons, which Mommy toted from a flower shop in the city full of procrastinating men with deer-in-the-headlights looks on their faces plunking down $70 per bouquet. It provided some real insight into the commercial genius of the holiday. Create demand among a group who will not themselves be purchasing anything and then shame the actual buyers into spending absurd amounts of money because of their inherent unlikeliness to plan ahead. Brilliant!
This year Trey and I flaunted the holiday by postponing our holiday celebration to the equally arbitrary date of February 24th. I did get Trey a cherry pie and I spent the evening at the dentist with Addison while he got his first filling. Unrelated to the aforementioned sweets. Really. I promise.
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