Me: "Who has the best seat in the house, me or daddy?"

Adam: "Well, Daddy's is nice, but yours is best. Your's is squishier."

Friday, March 18, 2011

How ye be trappin' a Leprechaun

Aye, and sure's ye be livin', there be strange spirits a' roamin' these halls.  Tis' me custom to visit this here family an' work all manner o' mayhem in the wee hours.  The lass Ellie was vexed with me comin' and set her heart to capturin' me.  I trolled the house causin' mischief indeed.  A'fore I t'was done I'd made the milk green, and some o' tha lunches of the wee ones as well.

Well, don'cha know it, but that lassie made a fine trap in hopes o' layin' her English hands upon me fine pot' o gold.  Indeed, twas dandy, all set with a bed for meself, a guitar for me amusement, and treasures to tempt a king.  But don'cha know, them treasures they was fixed with rope an' twern't for tha' takin'!  Indeed, had I tried, the rope was fixed to drop a trap door and hold
this here Leprechaun and me gold as well!

Tho' the treasures were grand, so was the trap. 
So leaves I behind a note, and a promise to return.




"Tho t'was truly temptin' to have them lovely riches me eyes be seein' in this here box, me keen Irish senses say that this here be a trap - so fine there t'would be no escapin' from her.  Ye are a fine trap maker indeed, and ye both are fair.  Ay'n' smart to boot!  So you can keep your treasure!  But I'll surely try again next year, Lassies!  ~ Patty O'Toole"

Erin Go Bragh!
Ireland Forever!

2 comments:

Rebekah said...

super cute!!

Stephanie said...

I would like to nominate this post as post of the year! All in favor, say Aye!