My Daughter, the Player

Lydia and I went to Michael's on Saturday to get supplies for making Valentines. We picked out all kinds of sparkles and stickers to glue to foam hearts. As we drove home, she first told me she's glad that nobody laughed at me in the store because I look like a person who is crazy. Thanks for the confidence boost, kid. Then, I told her that when we got home, I would go through her class list and on the back of each heart write who it was to and that is was from Lydia.

Lydia: There's one I don't want you to write who it's to or from on.
Me: Why?
Lydia: It's for somebody special.
Me: Who?
Lydia: I'm not telling you.
Me: Well, you have to tell me, because I need to know whose name NOT to put on, otherwise they will all have the names on them. (Score one for Mommy logic!)
Lydia: No, they're in the other class. (Boo... Mommy logic.)
Me: You sure you don't want to tell me who it is?
Lydia: You have to promise not to tell Daddy. (It's beginning already?)
Me: I promise. (LIES!)
Lydia: It's Henry.
Me: Oh, that's nice! What does Henry look like?
Lydia: I don't have to tell you. (Oh, it's begun.)
Me: Well, do you play with Henry when you get to play with Mr. K's class?
Lydia: Yes.
Me: Just you and Henry, or any other kids?
Lydia: Roman too. Can I make him a special Valentine also?

So, yes, Roman and Henry both got special Valentines from Lydia. Let the best man win.