I'm Irish! Or at least I think a part of me is Irish. Basically, my heredity is European, and Ireland is over there somewhere, so I claim it. Besides, everyone is Irish on St. Patty's Day! So I stand by my statement: I'm Irish!
A few years ago, Bryce was staying overnight on St. Patty's Day Eve, a wee bit of a holiday followed by a grand one. I listened with great interest to his tale when he confided that if you trap a leprechaun, he has to grant you a wish. I took the bait.
First of all, the miniature magic of Lucky Charms' fame is attracted to silver and gold. We all kind of knew that, right? Apparently, though, and I'm getting my info from a very wise grandboy, they aren't interested in U.S coinage. They want real silver and gold. I guess I could have risked some of my jewelry for a chance at that wish. It might have been a really good idea, though I just now thought of it. Besides, if the sprite took the bait and Bryce took the wish, I would have ended up with an X-box or something, which is not stylish in the least. Selfish or wise? Hmmmm Anyway, I've heard it said that leprechauns are near-sighted, so we improvised. Admittedly, we were short on the gold, but buttons wrapped in tin foil have an attractive glitter that was sure to attract an imp or two. We wrapped lots of buttons.
The next step was to devise a trap. Bryce went to work. There was a box held up by a stick - kind of the classic catch a rabbit trick. Again, though, worried about our prey's eyesight, we decided not to take chances. Bryce trailed post-it notes down the stairs and across the room, ending at the trap. How's that for a grand welcome! A trick for the trickster! Eventually, as all good sleepovers should include, Bryce fell asleep, with visions of green dancing in his head.
When we awoke the next morning, we traveled the same trail of post-its to claim our prize. And there was a prize, though not a leprechaun or a wish. Instead, the little green elf left us a message. "Thank you for the silver! Since you were so generous, I decided to leave you some gifts, too." Makes me glad in reverse that I didn't leave him real gold and silver! In addition to the hat and pin Bryce claimed, as seen above, there were green Peeps and Andie's Mints. Bryce wasn't overly generous with the green sugar, but he's not beyond being guilted...
So Friday is coming, and with it St. Patrick's Day, and my mother's birthday (which might be even more important!). So dye the river green, speak with an Irish brogue, hide your gold and wrap your buttons in foil! It's a great day to be Irish!