I can write notes, too

I'm one of those moms that leaves notes in my kids lunchboxes. Well, on the first week of school, and maybe a couple other times during the school year. I'm not neurotic. I think they should be an act of love, not an obligation.

So, on the third day of school, I thought it would be cute to cut a number 3 out of paper and write a note to tuck into Noah's lunchbox. I imagined the number and snipped at paper and got this:

Sharpies to the rescue, I thought:

 I still see it.

This is the note that he got on the third day of school:

The heart is a way more lunchroom appropriate organ, don't you think?