Yesterday, I offered to take difficult child to the store to buy his girlfriend a card. "NO!" (Gosh, I hate it when he shouts like that.) "Valentine's day is tomorrow." "I don't care. I'll make one tonight." "You will forget and then you'll do it at the last min and you'll be grumpy and blame it on me." "It's so nice that you have so much confidence in me." So, who never got around to making the card? I put a little bag of chocolates and a card on the kitchen table this a.m. for difficult child. He opened the card and never said a word. I asked him if he wanted to take the chocolates to school for his girlfriend. "NO!" "If you ever want to make a girlfriend mad, just forget to give her something for Valentine's Day, honey." "I already gave her something!" It's got to be on the day of the holiday ... but he'll learn the hard way. "difficult child is going to come home in a horrible mood," said husband after difficult child got the bus, "because he didn't give his girlfriend a card or gift, and it will be our fault." So, after teaching my watercolor class this a.m., I walked in to the house to find the chocolate bag torn to shreds and the golden hiding behind the door. I am cooking rice right now because he ate every. Single. One. And the wrappers. So even if difficult child changes his mind, he won't have a gift to fall back on for his girlfriend.