Can’t Beat the Leprechauns, Join Them

Since my sons were preschool-age leprechauns have made a yearly romp through our home.

Every St. Patrick’s Day morning the boys awaken to overturned furniture, strewn toys, hidden mint candies, shamrock confetti tossed about and green pee in the toilets…complete with wee green footprints on the toilet seats…evidence of the leprechaun’s play time.

Until last year.

The year before on the night of March 16, 2007, the boys did not sleep…at all…not one wink…all night long…in anticipation of the leprechauns’ arrival. They were wired to the hilt. I was exhausted to the max. Time to stop the charade…cause I’m a mean mother who needs sleep.

So last year I broke the news…

Lee being older no longer believed in the Leprechauns anyway. Wil being very logical was easy to convince that mom was the leprechauns. Mac, well, let’s just say he was a different story.

Living with Asperger’s Syndrome, Mac is not easily swayed from his beliefs. Telling him the truth did not deter his party-all-night, set leprechaun traps and wait for them mode…not one bit. He refused to accept the fact that leprechauns weren’t real. And just for fun his brothers..who,you’ll remember, no longer believed in leprechauns..stayed up all night with him.

I stood firm. The leprechauns didn’t come and on the morning of March 17, 2008, Mac was devastated…really…to the point of tears. I felt like a heel.

The story stops here because it’s getting late as I type this on St. Patrick’s Day eveā€¦gotta go spread a bit of leprechaun mischief.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Melody can be found at 5M4SN and at Slurping Life sharing photos and a few words from her special life.

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