When Caroline was 2, her teachers traced her hand onto a piece of paper, put a poem on it, laminated it, and put a magnet on the back. These are the precious things to schmaltzy parents. Tiny little construction paper hand magnets. I swoon at the mere thought of these things.
Big 4 year old Caroline found it on the wall and brought it to me and asked me to rip the magnet off the back.
Mama: Noooo! This is precious to me. You cannot take it apart.
Caroline: It's just a little hand.
Mama: Yes, but it's your hand and you made it with love, and it's so special to me!
Caroline: Love doesn't make things beautiful, Mom.
Mama: This is beautiful! It warms my heart just to see it.
And I took it away from her and clutched it melodramatically.
Caroline: I have to tell you, Mama. You'll be sorry. Love is cold.