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Two Weeks

Driving home in the car this morning, the boy asked “Dad, does school start next week?”

“No, it starts in two weeks,” I answered.

Way back when I was still in school, there was a commercial that started with the song It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. It then showed a picture of a parent gliding on a grocery cart down the aisle of the store. The aisle was filled with notebooks and pens and pencils. Well after the parent sailed off the screen, the two kids came trudging along behind him, their faces downcast and sullen.

I was old enough back then to get a chuckle out of it. When I confirmed that school was starting soon, both the boy and the lass immediately assumed the same demeanor as the kids in that commercial.

I got a chuckle out of that too.

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The Lass Rides- Finally

The lass achieved the childhood milestone of learning to ride a bike this morning.

It was particularly sweet because she’d been pretty discouraged about bike riding because she just hasn’t been able to figure it out. The Wife and I have been trying to motivate her in various ways. The Wife, in particular, has been taking the boy on rides at a local bike path to try and give the lass something to shoot for.

This morning, for a change, we all went to the bike path and the Wife volunteered to stay with the lass and work with her while I went on the path with the boy. My ride with the boy was nice, if not a little wet. It poured for about 10 minutes half-way through the ride, soaking us both thoroughly. It didn’t bother the boy and we finished the ride without any incident.

When we got back, it looked like the lass was close to figuring out the whole riding thing. She was gliding around with her feet off the pedals and just out to the side. She was pretty wobbly, but there was a hint that she might be on the verge of a breakthrough.

Rather than stopping and possibly pressuring her, I continued on the path past where the Wife was working with her. I hadn’t gone far when I heard the Wife let out a “WAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” That’s pretty much the universal parent word for “My kid just figured it out!”

When I got back, sure enough, the lass was wobbling along. She was having a little trouble starting and the rain had slicked her shoes so she was also having some trouble keeping her feet on the pedals. But there was no denying that she was in fact riding a bike.

Now, she can hardly wait for the next time Mom goes for a ride on the bike path. It won’t be just the boy going along anymore.

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Camps Are Over!

This was the Summer of Camps for the kids. While we were away in Greece, they went to a Y-based day camp for a week to keep the preoccupied. Then, shortly after we returned, the boy had his Scout Camp. Finally, for the passed 2 weeks, they’ve been attending a swimming camp.

Of the bunch, the swim camp has been the biggest pain because it’s an hour in the middle of the day in a remote location in the next town. Every day, right after lunch. While it wasn’t all bad, it pretty much precluded much of anything else getting done during the day. In all three cases; however, the kids were ready for the camp to end. Regardless of whether they enjoyed it, it’s an intrusion on their time and they’ll only tolerate it so far.

But today was the final day of the camp, which means the kids can return to their normal bickering over what cartoon to watch on Netflix in the morning. Oh, and whining that they never get to play the DS. And that they are bored.

The start of the school year seems so far away.

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More Monopoly

The boy’s enthusiasm for the game in running high. I played with him and his sister this morning and won. Shockingly, he didn’t like losing to me at all and was quick to point out that I hadn’t beat him one-on-one yet. Rationalization is the opiate of a young ego.

He then played his sister in a game later in the day and saw fit to give her all sorts of advice on what she should and shouldn’t do. After the half-dozen games he’s played, he’s already an expert. The lass has been a good sport with the game, to her credit. She isn’t quite old enough to grasp the game completely, but with a little math help she’s quite able to play.

I suppose I should also mention I downloaded the app for my Nook Tablet. The game itself is well done and all the things possible in a normal game seem to be possible in the app. Including cheating- there’s a game option that allows for 3 different “sleight of hand” moves for shorting someone on rent, gaining an extra space during game play and something else that escapes me. It’s fun to play, although I dislike the AI decision making where trades are concerned- it’s clearly skewed towards a speedy game, as opposed to making intelligent trades.

Perhaps we’ll end up with a Monopoly night or something, before it’s all over.

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Reassurance

The lass made a strange request of the Wife tonight. The lass asked her to help her brush her teeth. She was afraid of missing some spots, I heard her explain.

If her regular visits for cleaning are any indication, the lass has done splendidly in maintaining her teeth. She has no cavities and no warning signs resulting from neglect.

The question was one of a variety I’ve noticed the kids ask every now and again. They will ask for help with some personal thing or a chore that we all know full well they are competent at. Almost like they want to temporarily revert to an earlier age when we had to help them.

As to motivation, I can imagine any one of a number of possibilities including hoping to get away with a freebie, too tired to want to bother, or some form of reassurance. Though, typically, the question is stated with just the right combination of earnestness and innocence that I get the very strong impression that it’s about reassurance.

The Wife didn’t help her, and gently told her that she was perfectly capable. That’s how we typically deal with the sort of question when it comes around. The lass, for her part, didn’t argue the point and finished brushing her teeth on her own.

I don’t have any real insights regarding the behavior. More than anything, I’ve noticed it enough times now that I thought it worth jotting down. Perhaps it’s an act we all do throughout our lives, hoping someone else will take care of something for us despite our own capacity for handling it. Perhaps that’s a difference between adults and children- one knows the answer without having to be told. The other one just wants to make sure.

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Nintendo DS- Bane of My Parental Existence

The one question is get asked more than any other is “Can I play my DS?” Both the boy and the lass take part in this several-times-a-day ritual.

During the school year, life was much easier regarding DS time. It was only for the weekends. That was it. Every now and again, as a treat during a snow day or some other day-off-from-school they’d be allowed to play their DS for awhile. Even that came with a penalty, since once that seal was broken they would immediately hound us the nest time a day off presented itself.

“You let us play the DS last time we had a day off, so why not this time?”

Because your presumptuousness annoys me, that’s why.

This Summer, the Wife and I have deliberately backed off of our DS regulations. We figured giving them time to do things their way was a good chance for them to decompress from the restrictions of the school year. We didn’t realize how fully they would leverage the opportunity. Dare I say, abuse the opportunity.

Everything is, of course, hunky-dory when I tell them “Yes.” The problems start when I decline to let them play.

“Why?”

What do you mean “Why?” You’ve been allowed to play it more in the last month than the entire school year combined. If it wasn’t for camp or swim lessons, it’s probably all you’d do.

“Is it because I didn’t empty the dishwasher when you asked?”

They’re searching for some kind of direct cause-and-effect. It’s annoying. It doesn’t seem to cross their minds that the only reason is a whim. That it’s been judged they’ve spent enough time in front of little screens and they should try something else like drawing, a board game, reading or something else entirely.

“But I’ve already read a comic book.”

Time for the heavy artillery: “Would you like me to take it away for the rest of the Summer?”

Pause.

“No.”

Well, then case closed.

Until the next time.

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Thunderstorms Are Intimidating

It’s been ridiculously hot the past few days, so the kids and I were out in the pool for a bit trying to beat the heat. Unfortunately, the pool is one of those small jobs so the water has warmed past the point of refreshing. That said, it was still better than nothing.

After coming up from a dunk, the boy asked “Did you hear that Daddy?”

He uses “Daddy” in a couple of contexts, one of them is when he’s working me for something. I can almost feel the high fructose buttering up in those cases. Another context is when he’s worried about something.

To answer his question, no I hadn’t heard anything and I told him so. Even so, I knew exactly what he was concerned about.

Thunderstorms.

So I kept going under the water, and every time I’d come up, he’d ask me again. His persistence sucked the lass in as well. “Yeah Dad, I heard it too. What is it?”

Finally, I told them “It’s a monster.”

“Really?” the lass asked. Honestly, she did. You gotta love 6 year olds.

“Yep, it’s a monster. He’s over there,” I said pointing at the woods behind our house. “I’d been hoping to keep him a secret from you for a bit longer, but you’ve forced my hand. He sleeps during the day and hunts at night.”

“Dad, I want you to be serious. Don’t joke around” intoned the boy.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to, I really want to know what the noise is.”

Nothing like a fun sucker. Fine, OK. It’s a thunderstorm. Actually, by this time, they should have just known it was thunder. The rumbles were coming pretty steadily from the North, plus the clouds were slowly moving in. It was still hot though.

I stayed in the water for a few more minutes, and then figured it was time to get out.

“Are you getting out because of the thunderstorm?” they asked.

Jiminy friggin’ cricket. Sometimes it seems like I can’t do anything without some kind of explanation. Especially when they’re agitated about something.

“No, I just decided it was time to get out and dry off,” I told them.

“Should we get out of the pool?” they asked.

“Only if you’ve had enough,” I answered.

As it happened, I suggested to them it was time to get out one the clouds blocked out the Sun. The rumbles were growing and it had become clear that they would hit before too long. I did everything as non-chalantly as I could, not wanting to set them off any more than was necessary.

When the storm finally did hit, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world but it was pretty good for this neck of the woods. We had a brown out when it peaked and the majority of the lightening was hitting near us. A couple of times, the kids asked if the lightening had hit something. It said “Sure, the ground.”

Based on their reaction, that wasn’t what the meant.

But the worst of the storm passed in about 15 minutes and, as I stated earlier, the worst wasn’t that bad.

But it was enough.

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A Last Hurrah

“Get off me!”

The boy was upset. He was playing on his DS and the lass had come over to watch him. If you’ve ever seen a DS, then you know that it’s not exactly and iPad. Heck, it’s not even an iPhone. So in order to watch someone play, the other person has to almost become a Siamese twin. It makes for an amusing spectacle when multiple kids are around watching some Mario-warrior to their thing. Five or six kids all crowded around another, all of them squinting at a sub 3-inch diagonal screen.

The lass was in Siamese twin mode, almost sitting on her brother watching him play. It was hot today so the boy demanded was clearly being unreasonable when he asked for a little space. The lass let him know about his unreasonableness by not moving.

The Wife then chimed in by telling her to go do something.

The lass, never one to be shrugged off so easily, commented “I don’t know what else to do.” She didn’t move either.

So now it was my turn. Luckily, the lass had provided for me them means of her undoing. I said “Well, let me tell you something not to do: watch your brother playing the DS.”

That did it.

With a great harumph and display of annoyance she got up and stomped away, muttering dark murmurings about “nothing to do around here.” The Wife rolled her eyes. I shrugged. The boy played.

The lass fumed.

She left the room, no doubt figuring to punish us with her absence.

After about 30-minutes of tranquility, I got up to check a batch of refreshed starter and figured I check in on what she’d been doing. I found her in the front room. Lying on the couch. Sleeping.

A good cure for grouchiness.

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Thunderstorm Progress

Both kids have exhibited fear of thunderstorms for the past couple of years. We are, at this very moment, experiencing our first one of the year. Both kids are weathering it well.

Earlier, the lass made mention of the fact that she wasn’t afraid of the thunderstorm. She then asked her brother if he knew why.

He replied “Bowling?”

“Yep,” she answered.

“I know,” he finished.

Apparently, for the lass, Mother Nature is bowling and the thunder is the ball rolling down the lane. The rain is her crying. I guess MN is having a bad game.

The boy told me that God is bowling and that when it thunders, he gets a strike. When it’s quiet, he doesn’t. At this point, God has had quite a few strikes.

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The Boy and The Lass’ Relationship

Went grocery shopping this morning with both kids for the first time in a long while. It’s old hat for the lass, whom has accompanied me on many an occasion. For the longest time, it’s only been her. With school now out, she was joined by her brother. All in all, they managed to get along well enough that I’d be willing to repeat the exercise.

But (and you knew there had to be a “but” because why would I blog about grocery shopping?) there’s alway something. That “something” happened when we were all done. All bagged up and rung up at the register, getting ready to head out to the car for loading. The lass had pulled down the ream of useless coupons that our grocery store spits at me every time we check out.

The boy was upset about her coup. Yes, you read that right. He was upset because she had claimed all of the useless coupons. I know this for a fact because he came up to me just as we were starting to head out and said “Dad, my sister took all of the coupons and won’t give any of them to me. So she has all the coupons and I don’t have any.”

My initial, non-verbalized, reaction (you know, the immediate one that every parent has that we squelch 99.999% of the time for one reason or another) was, and I quote, “Seriously?” Followed immediately by “I can’t believe this.”

My verbal reaction to him a moment later was “You’re upset because she has a bunch of worthless coupons and you don’t? Do you know how lame that is?”

Not exactly the most, um, judicious response. But it was an honest response, which more and more I’ve decided to start offering to the both of them. Especially when it involved this level of inanity. Because, really, am I supposed to try and split-the-baby over coupons? Chinese water torture has nothing on these guys.

I highlighted this particular event because more and more it’s coming to define the relationship between the boy and the lass. Arguing over “the scraps at Longshank’s table.” Actually, if they really were scraps, I suppose I could stomach it better. Yesterday, the boy was upset because while he was getting in the pool, the lass started splashing in his general direction. The lass regularly gets upset because the boy decides to play one of his games and won’t let his sister have a turn. Because, you know, when you’re playing a 1 player game it’s really a 2 player game where you tag team it back and forth. That’s how it’s supposed to be done. Sharing and all that.

So I’ve decided that if these are the sorts of things they’ll argue over, and request that I referee, then I will communicate their pettiness by not taking them seriously. Or, by offering the most extreme penalty I can imagine on short notice. Anything to highlight the ridiculous level to which they have stooped.

If they want to make it a long Summer for me, I’ll just return the favor. In spades.

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Graduation

Well, the day finally arrived. After years of waiting, the lass had her graduation today. We were so proud.

The ceremony was really nice, with a slide show highlighting moments from their past year of school. Pictures of them doing cooking projects and field trips and cuddling with rabbits. After that, they called the kids up one by one and handed them their diplomas.

The lass was so serious when she got hers. Looking like this was only the beginning of her long journey into the world. “I’m going to accomplish big things” the look said, er, looked. Then we all went to the cafeteria to have a pot-luck dinner. Followed immediately by 40 kids riding a sugar high. WHEE!

Yep, the lass has graduated. Now she’s on to first grade.

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I Almost Felt Bad

I decided it was finally time to setup our pool in the backyard. It had taken a fair amount of effort to set it up last year, excavating the site by hand, leveling it and then spreading a tarp and sand to finish off the ground prep. When it came time to close it down in the Fall, I chose to leave the sand and the tarp, figuring I’d rather not redo all the work again come Spring time. Besides, if it snowed it would all end up buried by snow.

Of course, we got no snow this Winter, so that part didn’t pan out. But, it is time to set up the pool again and all that was required was to level the sand again. So I purchased 5 more 50 pound bags of sand to help get the job done.

The lass, upon realizing what was going on, was more than a little eager to help. Both kids have been asking about the pool for awhile now. The moment had finally arrived.

One way we’re fortunate with the kids is they both like to help. We’re unfortunate, for the moment anyway, in that they are not terribly capable. Time and a little experience will take care of the latter problem. So today was a chance for the lass to help a bit.

She appeared after the new sand had been laid down the sand and roughly spread around. She wanted to help. Unfortunately, this was an area where she couldn’t do much because it required some precision and patience. The former not being a trait a 6-year-old possesses and the latter not being something the lass possesses. None the less, an opportunity to help was promised, but she had to wait for the work with the sand to be completed. While waiting she kept absent mindedly wandering onto the sand and I asked her a couple times to watch what she was doing and not walk on the sand.

That led to the moment where I snapped a bit at her. No resulting disciplinary laryngitis or anything, but I jumped on her because I’d just finished leveling and smoothing the sand when she once again wandered onto it. (They do have a sandbox, BTW. Too bad they don’t use it more…) Now I had to redo work because she hadn’t been paying attention.

I knew I’d hit a nerve because she assumed the position: eyes staring off into the middle distance, lower lip protruding, somewhat hazy look in her eyes. She then silently and slowly turned her back on me and walked over to a somewhat private spot under the deck.

She was crying a little and didn’t want me to see.

As she did so, I gave her a bit of time and went about fixing the work she’d botched on me. I didn’t want her to think her help wasn’t welcome, but she needed to wait for a moment where her she could assist and I told her so.

She recovered quickly and when it was time to place the pool liner, she was able to help. She also helped unfold it and smooth out the wrinkles so the pool bottom would be smooth. She also helped a bit with the garden hose during the initial pool fill up- you know, making sure the water went into the pool and all.

So she got over her little moment and was able to help out. It’s not a pleasant site when you’re child reacts like that to the force of your words. But it has to be kept in mind that they did something to provoke the response. Otherwise, the logical outcome is that you’re constantly adjusting to living in their world (because you modify your behavior in order to not hurt their feelings). I don’t think that’s a place any parent should be.

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Careful With those Animal Books

Today was a day for getting things done outside. After the lass’ Tee Ball game this morning, I mowed the lawn, followed by fixing the collapsed wood pile (permanently I hope), then putting in edging around gardens as well as edging others.

The lass helped the Wife with some garden shopping and the boy helped out with some of the edging. But they were tired of it all by mid-afternoon. So after building mud puddles and playing in water, they took a break and started looking at one of their animal books.

I noticed the giggling, but didn’t think anything of it. They could’ve been looking at pictures of some weird animal for all I knew. I’d gone to grab a couple of stones I was installing as edging around a garden.

Then the boy asked “Dad, how come a cow poops out it’s baby?”

And it was about all I could do to not drop the stones. Dang, why can’t there be some kind of warning about incoming questions like that? Like a siren or something, or maybe a voice “WARNING: Impending question that will sound hilarious…”

So anyway, I recovered after a moment or two. Then tried to explain that cows don’t poop out their babies. It just looks like that in the pictures…

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Sourpatch Bread

I’d starting making up the dough for another loaf of the family favorite, white bread. Actually, it’s my own version of Wonder Bread and it really is quite good.

The lass came up and took a look at the dough and wanted to know what kind of bread I was making. After I told her she asked “When are you going to make the sourpatch bread?”

Technically speaking, I’ve never made sourpatch bread. Googling also reveals that no such bread exists. None the less, I’m pretty sure I know what she’s talking about, but rather than correct her I rolled with the punch. “Because I don’t have any sourpatch starter,” I explained.

“You don’t have any sourpatch?” she asked. I guess she wanted confirmation.

“In order to make sourpatch bread you need to make sourpatch starter. I don’t have any of the starter,” I explained in more detail.

“What’s a sourpatch starter?”

Oh boy.

“It’s just some flour and water that’s been allowed to sit around for awhile. It gets a sour taste. That’s why it’s called sourpatch.” No mention of yeast or it would have to become a full blown chemistry course. Or biology.

“How do you make it?”

“With flour and water,” I deadpanned.

“No, I mean…how do you make the sourpatch stuff?”

“With flour and water,” I repeated.

She thought about that for a couple seconds.

“Are you going to make some?”

“I’ve been trying to but haven’t been able to make a batch that works well,” I told her.

“After you make the starter you’ll be able to make the sourpatch bread?”

Back to where we started. I think that’s good because it probably means this line of questioning has just about run it’s course.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Daddy, I like sourpatch bread.”

This is news to me. Since it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to make it, I have my doubts she knows what she’s talking about. But that’s OK.

Now I just have to make up some Sourpatch bread.

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Opening Day 2012

Didn’t get around to this yesterday, but it was Opening Day here. The boy chose not to do baseball this year. The lass, in contrast, could hardly wait. The fact that I’m coaching the team is gravy for her.

Compared to previous Opening Days, this one was more efficiently run and better for the kids, as far as I’m concerned. In previous years, after the players and coaches were introduced for all of the Tee Ball, Coach Pitch, Minor League, Minor’s Softball and the Major’s baseball and softball teams there would be a long procession of talking that really made it tough on the kids. Their strength is in movement, not sitting and listening to people talk about things they don’t care about.

This year, they eliminated almost all of that, stripping the morning down to the bare essentials of the introductions, singing the National Anthem and having the players and coaches recite the Little League Oath. It was a welcome change since it allowed us to get right to the games. It was doubly welcome because it was cold yesterday morning. Probably in the 40’s or so with a nasty wind that made it colder. The kids were troopers, but they were definitely getting stretched to their limit.

As for our games, we played 2 one-inning games. Our guys hadn’t even had much practice at hitting and running the bases, since I’d only had our first practice this past Monday. Never-the-less, they performed well. They all hit the ball and ran the bases and, generally speaking, caught on quickly. They took a bit to figure things out in the field, but once we started getting the swarm defense going in getting after the ball, I knew we were right on schedule. I was even able to get them to throw the ball to 1st base a few times.

The lass did fine as well; although, since she played at third base, she didn’t get any balls hit her way. But she hit the ball well and, when we were done for the day, she got to yell “BATS!” for our team cheer. So she left with a smile on her face.

They tell me that’s what it’s all about, so score one for the good guys.

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The Lass Writes an Essay

The lass brought this home a couple of days ago. It’s an essay she wrote in class. I have preserved all punctuation and spelling.

How The Cat And Mouse Became Friends
The cat liked the mouse. The mouse did not like the cat. The cat gave the mouse ches. Then the mouse relist tat he was being not mean and tay becam friend.
The End

In case you couldn’t figure it out, “relist” is supposed to be “realised.” And I guess it’s more of a paragraph than an essay. But, hey, they’ve got to start somewhere.

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Grandparent’s Day

Today was Grandparent’s Day at the kids’ school. The Wife’s parents had gone the past couple of years, but this year my folks came up and went with the kids to school. Naturally, the kids were excited.

The boy had done some prep work for their arrival in class. The teacher had them fill out a sheet and then they had to write an essay using the answers from the questions. Following are the boy’s questions and answers, and the essay. I’ve preserved spelling and punctuation as much as possible.

Q: What is your grandparent’s name?
A: Grampa

Q: What does he or she do for fun?
A: read news paper

Q: What does you grandparent like to eat?
A: pankakes?

Q: What is your favorite thing to do with your grandparent?
A: go in pool.

Q: What are three words that describe your grandparent?
A: funny, fun, sleepy?

Q: What makes your grandparent the best?
A: That he is funny.

Now the essay:

My grampa is the best because is funny and fun. He is [redacted] years old. My favorit thing to do with him is go in the pool. He likes to read news papers. He likes to do puzzles. He likes to eat pankackes. He lives in pennsylvania. It takes 4:00 hours to get there. They had a lot of pets but a lot of them died. About 10 or more. But they have 6 pets. But they did not get them at the same time.

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10th Birthday Idea

I’m on board with this. In fact, I think it would make for a great 10th birthday theme. Stick a bow on a bottle of Tide, some Clorox and some Bounce, throw in a few new clothes and underwear and it’ll be a 10th birthday neither would forget.

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Useless Tattletaling- An Example

The lass comes downstairs this morning after waking up to find the Wife preparing her morning cup o’ Joe. She proceeds to inform on the boy:

“Mom, my brother didn’t wake up this morning until he farted and scared the cat off the bed.”

Now, what exactly are we supposed to do with that information? Personally, I laughed.

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I’m Not Irish

The Wife has been outfitting me with some new clothing lately. I guess she’s tired of my, uh, well worn wardrobe. She ordered a bunch of shirts for me to try on and they all arrived today. Coincidentally, the lass had arrived home only a little earlier, so she was present to watch me try them on.

One of the shirts is a green color. Upon seeing it, the first thing the lass told me was “Dad, you can’t wear green- your not an Irish person.” The Wife and I started laughing. Her declaration was correct as far as me being Irish, but we didn’t have the faintest clue what that had to do with me wearing green.

She went on to explain that because I didn’t wear green for Leprechaun’s Day, I couldn’t be Irish and therefore can’t wear green.

I suppose that’s reasonable when you’re 6.