So my daughter comes home, all excited because last night "The Leprechauns" left every kind in her class a goody bag filled with green doodads. Then she tells me stories about all the little treats. "The Leprechauns" left at her friends' houses this morning. She comes home and *runs* to her room to see if they left anything for her.
Me =
So, while she was there, I grabbed a pack of St. Patrick's-themed pencils that I had picked up at the dollar store the other day, and hid them for her to find. She squealed when she saw them, and then came and cried because for some reason that didn't tickle her fancy. I told her we could make brownies with some green sprinkles on them, and that cheered her up, but god damn it, I hope I remember to do something clever next year.
Fucking Leprechauns.