Happy St. Patrick's Day!

It's a beautiful day here in R-Town. I decided I would swing by Dunkin Donuts for my second "free medium coffee Wednesday" and then take a walk in the kid's school neighborhood. Upon arriving at the school, I noticed a lot of cars, buses and as I got closer, kids. It finally clicked in my head that today was early dismissal day. Every Wednesday is, as long as I can remember to pick them up. I remembered free coffee Wednesday, just not early dismissal Wednesday. I have my priorities straight. Thank goodness I was going for a walk otherwise I would have gotten the phone call that I forgot my children (again) and would have had to do the walk of shame along with being scolded severely by my children.

Grace educated me on Leprechauns while taking a walk this afternoon. I grew up in an Irish home and yet she told me things I didn't know. My adopted dad is off the boat Irish. Actually off the plane. He hails from Kildare, Ireland, one of the most beautiful places in the world. We learned a lot about the Irish growing up (things like their stubbornness, tempers, boiled food, good beer, etc) but I don't remember this concept of trapping the Leprechaun. Apparently Grace's class set a trap. During their Great Beginnings time, the shoes of a Leprechaun were found!! She was disappointed that they didn't catch him but excited they had a piece of him. According to Grace, there was a "fire bell" and when they came back, the shoes were missing. The Leprechaun had stolen his shoes back along with some candy. As she explained, "The Leprechaun set off the fire bell and stole his shoes and candy!" Some of the staff members said they agreed with Grace's theory since they did not know they were going to have a fire drill this afternoon. I learned something new this St. Patrick's Day.

Happy St. Patricks Day to my good friend Mary Frances and my dad, the true Leprechaun (he seriously looked like one in his 20's).