The Valentine's Day pajama party went off without a hitch.  Jake wore his pajamas that were a little too big and the world didn't shatter around his slippered feet.

He took his nineteen carefully-written, sticker-sealed, Disney-Pixar, faux-foiled Valentines to school and passed them out to all his little friends. 
And brought home nineteen bags of candy and trinkets and parent-designed pieces of puppy love.

Sandwich bags full of candy.  From each child.  More candy than he brought home from trick-or-treating.  For a school that doesn't allow outside food to be brought in, there sure was a lot of outside food brought in.

Stupid over-achieving parents.  Contributing to the detriment of my Jacob's teeth and my waistline.

Dammit.

Jake didn't care that he didn't give out candy, he was just happy to get some.  I don't care that he didn't give out candy, I'm just happy that I can take the Reese's before anyone else sees them.

Being a mom and the primary curator of the kitchen has its perks.