Kid's Valentine's Day celebration at school is being turned into Validation Day because that's where we have ended up here in the twilight of history AND because the kids are out of school on the big day. So here we are, an hour past bedtime, making valentines, everyone covered in glue and fur and bits of foil and tape and sad sadness that once again we are the last-minute crew who will not make the final shuttle off the planet before the Apocalypse. In this case we will at least have enough caramel Kisses to last until the weekend, at which time I assume even the Four Horsemen will take a break and maybe party a little, share their chips with the damned.
I digress. At what point did Kid abandon his dream to be a cartoon-drawing astronaut and begin apprenticing as the personnel manager for a cardboard box factory?
In case you can't read it, it says "You are quite clever and do an effective job."
I can't wait for Thursday, when I am sure to receive a box of sharpened pencils or perhaps some paper clips, with an encouraging admonition to "persist."