Thursday, March 18, 2010

Lucky Day

Spring emerged from the dusty, chaotic, nail-littered construction zone I call home yesterday. I never thought about how invincible spring really is.




It was Daycare Day, the one pocket of sanity remaining in my week. I savored every minute.




The construction is coming along. It's starting to look fresh.




These leprechauns were up at the crack of dawn to prepare for St. Paddy's.




7 a.m. aka 6 a.m. (Daylight Savings Time sucks. If you're not sure about that, search "daylight savings time sucks" for a thorough schooling of why and how much it sucks.)

Daisy: My teacher asked for head-to-toe green. This isn't head-to-toe green! There's only some green on my skirt and a little green on my sandals. I can't go to school like this. This is the worst holiday ever!

Me: Um (in bed trying to figure out where the voice is coming from) . . . brush your teeth (finding Daisy standing by the bed) . . . and brush your hair too!

I turn over to go  back to sleep but find myself face-to-face with a wide-eyed Violet.

Violet: Mommy, are you onna et inched?

Me: What? No pinching! Go get dressed!

Violet: The lebreban is unna un ast. Him ive me olet.

Me: No more chocolate! Go get dressed.




We're fully aware that Violet really does look like a leprechaun (you should see her in a top hat with a green buckle . . . dead ringer). So last year, Daisy gave Violet a stick because all leprechauns carry sticks. I wasn't familiar with that part of the lore but it sounded kind of right. Violet used the stick to beat her big sister over the head. Yeah, Daisy didn't really think that one through.




Violet's preschool staged a leprechaun sighting on Tuesday - chocolate gold coins and all. Violet came home from school that day with melted chocolate on her face and hands. I told her to go wash up in the bathroom. She came out seemingly clean. Later, I found smears of chocolate across the toilet seat . . . Daisy explained that she had seen her sister scrape the chocolate off her hands by rubbing them on the inside edge of the toilet seat. It's the bathroom our contractors use. I'm sure they didn't know it was chocolate. That was my first thought. My second thought was . . . your sister uses the toilet seat to clean her hands?




The kids came home from daycare looking for a chocolate-wielding leprechaun. Sorry, St. Paddy's Day isn't really a kid's holiday. It's more about eating corned beef and cabbage . . . and drinking Heineken. We're not adding another candy-fueled holiday to the rotation. I could tell by their smiles that they thought I was only pretending. That silly leprechaun would be jumping out with the chocolate any minute now. I wish schools didn't push the whole leprechaun thing. I don't remember leprechauns running through schools when I was a kid.




The leprechaun at Daisy's school handed out golden nuggets. We have a yearly argument about whether the gold she gets from the leprechaun is real. She thinks I have no idea what I'm talking about. I worry she faces a lifetime of getting fooled.



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