It would be silly to purchase birthday cards when I have a whole bevy of artists right here. And if the recipient is a neighborhood kid, it’s really a waste of money to get a store-bought card. If I spend $3 on a card for my mother, I know it will spend at least a few days (weeks?) on display in her home. She will look at it at least twice (once when she gets it and once when she gets rid of it), and likely think some pleasant thoughts about me. Children only look at cards because their parents make them look at cards to see from whom the gift is.
At least I appreciate my children’s efforts.
Although the artwork is cute, what I really love about these cards is the generosity. Here, Fritz includes Peter in the “from.” We all know Peter can’t make a birthday card (at least not one that does the job of wishing a happy birthday and identifying the giver of the gift).
Last I saw, Billy’s card wasn’t done. He’ll spend days working on a “masterpiece.”
Jenny drew her own card, but somebody, probably Fritz, wrote the words. Can you identify Princess Leia with her blaster?
It’s evidence such as this that makes me feel like I’m doing something right.