V-day Eve

each month, my four little non-English speakers make a calendar. last month, Gabriel-the-Precocious received (only) a ninety for it because he put "too little color and too many guns." (i don't know why he associated January with guns, but he's male and nine and Mexican and he put a bunch of guns on there.)

this month, i glanced at his February calendar, none to pleased to find... guns adorning the heading.


"Ummm... Gabriel? Do you remember what i told you last month?"


"Siiiii, maestra. They're not bullets. They're arrows..."


"What?"

"Look! They're not bullets; They're arrows coming out of the gun. See? There's Cupido shooting people to make them fall in love!"

Well, ain't that precious.