Two years ago i gave my t a pink and red sock monkey that called to me from the after-V-day sale table at the drug store, saying "give me to t!" Not literally - unlike the little grey sock monkey that DID call to me at the hardware store with a jungle caw caw caw, its hilarious. Anyway i just figured out why that ugly thing caught my eye - when i was very little, i put red socks on my doll with the pink dress and i remember saying that she was "very fashion" now, because red and pink went together. And that statement just went out into the ether - into silence; no acknowledgment. Just *poof* Like how it would make me uncomfortable when people responded to me on the couch - i wanted to be able to just say stuff, to just hang around and just have my presence tolerated - because to be noticed and talked to could only end badly. But my inner child or whoever wanted a redo on the pink and red incident - some acknowledgment. Cuz usually, with a good enough parent, thats what you get - some response. So i think thats what valentines day is about, even with our t's - where are we on their line of vision?