Keeping up with the Kelly’s
I would say “Happy St. Patrick’s Day” to all however, when it comes to parenthood, I’m feeling about as big as a leprechaun right now. It seems that in my effort to keep up with everyone else, I have traumatized my youngest son.
So, here’ show it went down. Last night I decided to let the little guys, aka the leprechauns, run wild in our house!
My husband and I turned the chairs upside down on the kitchen table, used Bend-a-Roos to write a holiday greeting on the door, turned the toilet water green, and then T-P’d the kitchen and hallway with a trail leading straight to each boys room. Quietly we tossed a roll over the ceiling fan in each boys room and tip-toed out.
Yes! They will be so tickled I thought. HA! At 3:00 am my 5 year old began to scream the most terrifying scream I’ve ever heard. He then began to run down the hall to our room (where of course he encountered more TP) and screamed even louder. His heart was pounding fiercely and he was practically inconsolable.
For the next two hours, just when I thought he’d gone back to sleep He would say “Mommy, St. Patrick’s Day is scary”, or “Why did the leprechauns do that?” I told him they wouldn’t do it again to which he asked “What about next year.”
That’s when I decided to let the cat out of the bag. Even if it meant outing Santa and the Easter Bunny too I had to put my baby’s mind at ease. So, I told him that I did it. “Why”, he asked? I told him I did it as a joke to try and trap the leprechauns. He was not amused.
In the morning he seemed fine, wanting to know where his gift was. Funny, he still thinks the little guys brought the goods and I did the damage. Go figure! Better luck next year.