Just So's You Know

Archbishop Brunett has granted a dispensation for St. Patrick's Day. We might have scallop and mushroom pie anyway. Either way, there will be Irish beer.

Oh, golly, I nearly forgot. Soon we will celebrate the one time in the year when The Child will clean her room within an inch of it's life and do so with a smile on her face. Por que? Leprechauns.

It was the tradition at her old school that the leprechauns would mess up the K & 1st grade classrooms on St. Patrick's day. I happened to be at school the first time it happened. The Child regarded this visitation as the most amazing and miraculous thing ever. Not to be outdone, I went home, upended her chair, flung some clothes and toys about and sprinkled the whole thing with green glitter shamrocks and some "gold" chocolate coins. The Child was positively gob smacked by this second visit.

The leprechauns have come every year since to wreak their mischievious havoc. But you can't tell the leprechauns have been by if your room was a mess to begin with, can you? In fact, they can't even be bothered to mess up a mess. No fun in that. So she will give her room a thorough going over and she will not mind when the leprechauns reverse her efforts. Whatever frustration their peskiness induces will be mitigated by the chocolate.