There is No Pot of Gold

This child of mine.

Today she comes home from school telling us how the leprechaun thing is not over yet and that tonight they will come to somebody's house and leave a pot of gold.

I have no idea where she got this information from, but it is not true at all. We are done with the leprechauns and considering her age - this might have been her final year as she might be wised up to the game this time next year.

She's going to have a rude awakening tomorrow when she wakes up and finds that she's not the lucky winner. I call this parenting style "get ready for the real world".

Later, at dinner she asks if she can track the leprechauns on my phone.

Umm...no. Because the leprechauns are not Santa and besides they're really small those little buggers. We tried for sixteen nights to catch them and we built a trap and everything and they were to fast for us. What makes you think we can track them?

They are just too small for the radar at NORAD. Besides, with the current administration there's probably not enough staff for the leprechaun team at NORAD anyway. They barely have enough budget for Santa - let alone little green men.

So. This is the very last time I write the word "leprechaun" this year.

At our rainbow, there's no pot of gold.

But! Speaking of rainbows: she did get new shoes today:

Aren't they pretty? They light up of course.

She gets the rainbow. But just not the gold.