The Coolest Dad in the World...

My unfortunate children woke up Tuesday morning (after dad had left for work) with absolutely no idea that it was St. Patrick's Day much less that such a day even existed. They would have gone to bed that night under the same shroud of ignorance had it been my concern alone. On account of a particular lack of creativity, motivation, strength, or the like...I decided to keep that knowledge to myself (because I had that option...or thought I had). Daddy came home and pinched me harder than ever. There was not even a remote shade of asparagus, emerald, jade, or chartreuse to be found on any of us. The kids were forgiven on account of their misfortune, and I was quickly shooed out of the house for a church activity (grabbing a green ribbon on the way so as not to incur the same fate with the youth).

Skulking guiltily home later that night I found serenely sleeping children all tucked peacefully in their beds with the look of contentment in the form of green mustaches on their faces. So what if they hadn't eaten a wholesome dinner, bathed, or gotten into bed on time. What good is a routine if it can't be broken (occasionally), a family without any fun, or a holiday without a celebration? Nothing will mean anything if you don't make it mean something, right? Thank you Rog on behalf of the children for reminding me of these lessons...I have the best husband in the world!

Caleb was astonished to find that everything tasted exactly the same when it was green. He wanted to test it against something that had no flavor...so he dyed some water and sure enough!