St. Patricks Day

(yeah we’re a holiday or so behind, but eventually I plan on getting caught up with life…to post exactly what happened on the day it happened. Yeah, someday 🙂 )

We had quite the eventful St. Patty’s day…and those tricky Leprechauns sure tricked us!

Tricky, Tricky guys…

They left green footprints outside our front door with this note.

Then when we went to eat breakfast, we notice our milk. It was green. Tucker insisted it tasted different, and Truman thought it tasted minty.

Later that day, Truman came home from school,

and insisited I read it a ‘Leprechan Note’ that was in his backpack, right then…here’s some of what it said:

It is very difficult to catch a Leprechaun. They are tricky little fellows and like to play pranks on unsuspecting people, so beware! … You can make a trap to catch a Leprechaun, and if you are lucky enough to capture a Leprechaun, legend says you cannot take your eyes off the Leprechaun for even a second or he will vanish. And if you make him laugh, he must give you his pot of gold.

From that point on, Truman was determined to catch that guy, and make him laugh. He wanted that gold.

And he wasn’t the only one, Tucker wrote a note about it at school:

(translation, I like Leprechans? Are you missing your gold, Yes.)

Later that evening, this note was hung on our door, in a last failed attempt to convince the Leprachauns to stay here.

Then, as the boys were laying in bed, Truman was having a hard time getting to sleep. He came out a little bit shaken. I could tell something was wrong, but he didn’t want to tell me what. A few minutes later, he got out of bed again, and asked me, Mom do Leprechauns have weapons?
I reassured him that they didn’t, and seeing that he was a little bit upset still, I reassured him saying, Leprechauns only come out on St. Patricks Day, and sent him back to bed.
Well the reassuring, wasn’t very reassuring, because the next thing I knew, Truman was out of bed again, and this time he was crying, again, after some questioning, he sweetly said, ‘but mom, if they only come out today, and I didn’t catch one, how am I going to make him laugh, and get a pot of gold?’
Oh, to be little again, and dreaming of that gold at the end of the rainbow.