Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Kay, so, Kortland's kindergarten teacher has been telling the class all about "naughty little leprechauns" for the past week or so. She's positively enchanted them all week with tales of leprechauns playing little tricks and making mini-disasters everywhere they went.
And you know Kort, he didn't love that concept at all.
And it certainly didn't give him any ideas as to how he would conduct himself on the days leading up to St. Patrick's Day at all...
Hmmm-m, no...no, it didn't.
And it certainly couldn't have been the reason for why Kyle found a delightful assortment of spring-fresh, sleepy slugs and worms on my side of the bed (all tucked in) two days ago.
(Did I just hear you exclaim
"Oh no he di-in't!"
in the most ghettoest voice you could muster? Thought so.)
Oh, yes. Yes he did.
But I still made a special, s*u*r*p*r*i*s*e* St. Patty's Day breakfast for him because:
1. He gave us fair warning "I'm going to be a naughty little leprechaun because it's almost St. Patrick's Day!" 2. It's in his genes...have you MET his uncles? (or me, for that matter? I was the queen of bad ideas when I was little!)and 3. He's an only child, what else am I going to do?...and what if he's the only one I ever get to have? I couldn't miss out on this chance to make him a special, nasty, disturbingly green breakfast! That's a no-go. So, this is how our morning went:
Mom goes and pokes the groggy little sleeper-inner. He won't budge. Mom tries to lure him with promises of a breakfast surprise... to which comes the pillow-muffled reply: "I can already smell it. It's pancakes." So mom sicks the fluffy licking machines on him and that does the trick.