Celebrating St. Patrick's Day

I would venture to say that on March 17 there was a lot of green pancakes, green milk, and green eggs. I suppose leprechaun traps were set and although gold and glitter was left behind, no leprechaun was caught. People all over were probably wearing green shamrocks and green clothing, hidden in order to deceive the pincher or for those unwilling to risk the pinch even for a return pinch times 10, green, in any shade, was the prominent color of clothing. Let me tell you how St. Patrick's Day was celebrated at our house.

At precisely 4:07 am, two young boys ages 6 and 5 ventured to the kitchen to make breakfast (it was a holiday after all) and breakfast they made. Cold cereal was on the agenda and the only kind in the house was mommy's health cereal, Go Lean. That will work. And dad loves orange juice and Klark knows how to make that. They were prepared with pictures designed in secret the day before to put with each place setting. Dear, oh dear, there is no milk. No problem, cottage cheese will work. If only there was yogurt because smiley faces made on a plate with yogurt is a favorite around here (and so festive!). The do-gooders made it back to bed at exactly 4:48 am. The mom listened unbeknown and this is what she heard: "They will be so surprised when they don't have to make breakfast for themselves. St. Patrick's day will probably be there favorite holiday from now on," said Klark the mastermind behind the plan.

"Yeah," says Lanse, "But I wish we had milk for the cereal instead of cottage cheese."