In case you missed it (and I nearly did) this last weekend was St. Patrick's day - a holiday muddled in meaning but fun in execution. As a new tradition this year our son laid several traps throughout the house in hopes of catching one of the wee folk and getting some gold or, failing that, a wish or two. Sadly, while all his traps were sprung, we only caught one leprechaun and that one turned himself into a stuffed animal in his fright. Our nighttime visitors did manage to overturn most of the chairs in the house, even leaving one in the middle of the kitchen. Lots of chocolate was to be had as well, so all is well in the kindergartner's mind.
While we had to skip the parade downtown in favor of taking care of the alpacas, our boy did take the time to lead the weanlings on a leprechaun hunt. It was adorable, our boy and his flaming read head leading a pack of yearling alpacas, all shyness gone in their curiousity. The weanlings love him - he's their size and very interesting, and they follow him anywhere. According to our son, they spotted ten leprechauns but weren't able to catch any. I imagine the little things are terrified of those big fuzzy camel/sheep coming their way.
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