A few years ago, I began a tradition that was not as well received as I'd hoped.
A sly leprechaun sneaks into our house and turns everything green!
• Green pancakes for breakfast- check.
• Green clothes- check.
• Green bath water- check.
• Green milk with green shamrock cookies- check.
• Green beer for Mom and Dad- check.
• Taking 10 years off our life from food coloring toxicity- check.
Breakfast, March 17, 2009:
Fiona: "Mom? Why are the pancakes green?"
Me: {fake gasp!} "I don't know! Oh wait, is today...? It's St. Patrick's Day! I think the leprechaun was here!"
Fiona: "The what?"
Me: "The leprechaun! He's a small man with a little beard who only plays tricks on St. Patty's Day. AND, he turns stuff green!"
Fiona: "I don't like that. Where is he?" {looking under the table}
Neve: "I think I saw him!" {she didn't see anything}
Cue two children jumping out of their chairs and onto the dining room table, screaming.
Happy St. Patty's Day!
4 comments:
I didn't think it was possible to make Shane MacGowan look any more frightening. Excellent work, Dera.
Nice...that's like the time a friend of mine created little bunny footprints leading to her child's Easter basket. Poor kid was traumatized by the "dirty" floor and just wanted to clean it up.
We had a green milk situation over here too. Bob wanted the formula for how the leprechaun turned the milk green. I tried to explain that his magic is in his sheleighly. (Now anyone with a cane is referred to as a leprechaun.) Festive.
my kid didn't sleep for a soild week because some lady at the supermarket told her Santa was going to creep into her house while she was asleep.
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