We've been suffering through the leprechaun invasion with courage. The traps have been set and baited but we've caught not a thing except the fervor to get our hands on his gold. Or a wish. It's a known fact that if you catch a leprechaun you can have his gold or a wish, my boys want both and can't decide from day to day which one they want more.
Union lost a tooth the other day. The usual Sacajawea gold dollar the Tooth Fairy leaves was missing from under his pillow, instead he found a paper bill in a glass jar on the nature table. Left safely there by the tooth fairy, apparently leprechauns don't care for paper money. The trap set up in a small wooden boat has not caught anything either except the small felted wool leprechaun doll who was hanging from the rigging with the bait in one hand.
The boys are having a blast reading shoe maker stories, leprechaun tales and singing old Irish songs:
Ticka Tacka Too
Burgundy leather sewn together
this will make my shoe
They sing this quietly and say slyly did you hear him? He was just upstairs! And off they go. It has been a wonderful way to pass the waning weeks of winter. For fun I have been stitching up merit badges to award them for their goodhearted determination to catch the trouble maker.
Peace and Love,