Mar 17, 2008

Alex And The Leprechaun Invasion

I hope this finds you relatively free of tiny little bruises from all the St. Patrick's Day pinches! Last December I revealed we were caught 'in the act' on Christmas Eve. All feeble attempts to explain why we were taping name tags on the presents under the tree while holding stockings and bags of candy at the same time were pretty much a bust. So that's how our youngest (11 next month) got the news.

So with that, I was completely unprepared for what happened today. It's Spring break for our schools this week, which translates into Spring break for Alex too (no chance getting him to focus with his friends and brother out of school). I took advantage of the time off to work on an Easter layout for my digi blog. I'm finishing up when I hear Alex running down the hall and bursting into my room, breathless. "Mom! They were here! The leprechauns were here last night, Mom. I'm not kidding!"

Huh? Okay, my mind is racing, I don't really know what to do with this. Did he forget Christmas already? What's going on here? Is he serious? "Oh yeah? How so?" was all I could think of.

"Okay! Come here!" I reluctantly followed him down the hall, through the kitchen and into the laundry room. It was a long walk, I didn't know what to say! Yup, there it was. Clear as 7-Up, a streak of mud right in front of the door to the garage. Mmmmmhmm. That's suspicious. Especially given the 100 feet of rain we've had this week. Mud. Imagine that! I played along. I even inspected the minuscule specks of water on the kitchen floor, no doubt made by Louie's ears that always dip into his water bowl while he drinks. Yes, I bent over them, even crouched down to run my finger over the suspect water drops left by those pesky boys in green. I stood up, congratulated him on his great detective work and went back to my room to call John.

Here's what we decided: We think if we had a do over, we would not only ante up with Alex about Santa, but would also add this, "If he/she comes into our house in the cover of night while you are asleep then he/she does not exist!" That ought to cover leprechauns, Santa, The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy and the Bogeyman. You'd think it would be a given. And now I must contemplate the upcoming Saturday night basket filling ritual. I don't wanna.

10 Comments:

Bubba's Sis said...

Somehow I convinced the kids there was no Easter Bunny but they still believe in Santa. Not sure how I pulled that off, but it's working for me right now! Your blanket statement is a good one, tho - covers all nighttime invaders, good or bad. In a strange way, that's comforting.

C. K. said...

I think it's cute that your son believes the Leprechaun had invaded your home. Let him have his moment of wonder, I say.

Mary (craft addict) said...

I actually ruined the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy for my oldest. He didn't believe in Santa so I figured all of them were busted. Wrong1 But seriously -- how can you not believe in a generous, jolly old man but think a giant, sweets-delivering bunny is real?

Mrs. C said...

Sorry, Stacey. I think you have to squash him with the truth before he chats about the Easter Bunny with his friends when he's 14. Poor Alex.

Angela WD said...

Um, you have leprechauns in your house? And they pinch you? I think it's time to move.
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D... said...

I have gotten really lazy about the Saturday night basket fillings. Like, all that's in there are 1 chocolate bunny and 1 white chocolate cross. No eggs, no other candies. And an inexpensive gift will sit beside the basket. We haven't even dyed eggs in a couple of years. Lazy, I tell you.

Bubba's Sis said...

I hate dying eggs.

Nathan said...

Funny stuff...Detective work. Ha!

I like egg salad sandwiches...yummy!

Cheers.

Jenny 865-53oh9 said...

Ok...call me a foreigner but what are you talking about? We're supposed to tell them that leprechauns are going to sneak in and pinch them?? Really??

Ok...well, that's different.

Misty Dawn said...

Did you read my Heads or Tails post about my memory of St. Patrick's day and the GOLD my daddy brought me? OK, so there was a subsequent argument with a teacher, but that's besides the point! I still have that 'gold' and I still have those memories and I wouldn't trade them for ANYTHING - just sayin'