It has to be the one my first-grade brother (who had immersed himself in the world of Calvin and Hobbes) sent to his teacher, a short sweet elderly lady named Ms. Miller.
Dear Miss Miller [he scrawled on a paper heart],
I hate you. Drop dead.
Love,
Kenton
At the parent-teacher conference that immediately followed Kenton's missive, white-haired Ms. Miller pulled the valentine out of her desk and said in a bewildered, sad way, "I just don't understand it. He's such a sweet boy."
My parents didn't ban Calvin and Hobbes, but they did have a little discussion with my brother on CONTEXT and how it does or does not contribute to humor. Or to love notes, for that matter.
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Happy Valentines Day!
Probably not safe to let Calvin be our guide to romance...wasn't it "I love you. Drop dead."?
I love you all! Don't drop anything anytime soon.
Mom
I think you may be right, Mom. . .We haven't dropped anything important, though I DID finally drop your Valentine from the girls into the mail TODAY :)--sorry it's late!
Succinct, short and to the point.
The end goal of all good writing!
His Uncle also loves Calvin, perhaps seeing a bit too much of himself as a young terror in the lad.
Uncle,
Did you also stake out the neighborhood for the best place to snowball a girl?
Poor Suzie. Then again, she was pretty scrappy herself.
Not many snowballs in Hialeah FL.
I probably threw bean pods off of that weird SeaGrape tree in our front yard.
Somehow they lacked the mischievous impact of a nice slushball.
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