like most middle-school girls, i was obsessed with cootie catchers in the mid-1980s. we would secretly make them during religion class, agonizing over the messages and fortunes that we scrawled inside. i dusted off the cobwebs from my 10 year-old brain to recall the exact folding needed to achieve this cootie catcher. i can't remember a prouder moment in my mama brain in awhile. i wrote these messages for my valentine, so the agony of "omg-am-i-revealing-too-much" is a moot point after being an item for fifteen years. now that is an omg moment. ❤❤❤
how to make a cootie catcher: here.