The thing about having a blog is that the whole world sees how hypocritical you are. Or wishy washy, anyway.
The same mom who has had a hard time going along with the Santa Claus story every Christmas enthusiastically taught her children about leprechauns this week and convinced them to make traps to catch the little elves tonight while they're asleep.
And it was so much fun.
Although a bit messy:
Someone please tell me, at what age do children learn to conserve glue? The same age they learn to save water and toilet paper? Great. Note to self: buy stock in Elmer's.
By the way, someone has been tinkling in our house. Twice now I have found tinkle in the bathroom garbage cans, and I swear our kids have never considered doing that. They think up some other crazy shit, but not that.
And Magpie's plastic potty often gets filled when we're away from home.
(And I know what you're thinking. Yes, my husband likes a cold beer now and then, but the man knows how to find the toilet. This is what he told me, anyway, after I accused him of tinkling in the garbage cans.)
I digress. Back to something that makes more sense, like leprechauns.
Here's Bo's finished leprechaun trap:
The idea is that the little green guy gets lured by all that shiny gold (styrofoam packaging popcorn she painted yellow), climbs up that precarious ladder to the rainbow (hard to see the rainbow in this picture) and then falls into the box through a hole that's covered oh-so-subtly with Christmas tinsel.
Then, in the morning (10 hours from now), he must lead the girls to his pot of gold at the end of a real rainbow.
Here's Magpie's version of the trap:
Another look at Bo's:
He might also leave a note saying hi to the girls, but I doubt he's going to confess to tinkling in the garbage cans.
Happy Paddy's Day.