Second grade is hereby recorded as the grade where my kid went to the Valentine's Day class party without valentines. He has candy to share...just no valentines.
Apparently, my buying Power Rangers valentines (because he LOVES Power Rangers) and asking about the party...oh...a gazillion times...wasn't enough to inspire him to participate.
I just HOPE that there wasn't a take-home note asking me to provide anything for this party. I know I never received one. But because my son can't even recall whether he got such a note, the fact that I didn't receive one doesn't mean a whole heck of a lot.
I may not survive second grade.
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Yeah - we went through that as well. What I found that worked is immediately going through my son's backpack as soon as he walked through the door. I know it's a pain in the ass - and he's old enough to give you things on his own, clearly he doesn't. My son hated me going through his stuff - so I only had to do it for a short time and then he figured it out.
Good luck!
PS. word verification:
drova as in Dr. Ova
SO not funny.
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