The way I see it, there's essentially two kinds of moms. The kind who bake shamrock sugar cookies and invite the neighborhood kids over to frost them and make dinner of all green food on St. Patricks Day, and those who don't. Which category would you like to guess that I am in? Well, normally you would be right. But not this time! Today I was one of the fun moms. Unfortunately I didn't remember that it was St. Patrick's Day until after I dropped Drew off at school wearing blue and brown. So really, I'm not so much cool as repentant; trying to find a way to make it up to my 7-year-old boy who was likely pinched and harrassed all day long. So we did all of the above, complete with a dinner of sugar snap peas, granny smith apples, pears, kiwi, green salad, and guacamole.
During dinner he had several questions, all of them ending the same way: Who is St. Patrick, me laddie? Are we celebrating his birthday, me laddie? How old is he, me laddie? Why does everyone wear green on his birthday, me laddie? And why do you get pinched if you don't, me laddie? And then it occurred to me, that in 37 years on this earth, thousands of dollars in college tuition later, I had no idea who St. Patrick even was let alone why we went through all this trouble. So I answered the only way I knew how, "I don't know. Finish your kiwi."
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At least you remembered the right mommy answer.
For a minute there I was thinking that all that time and $ invested in Mommy School was wasted, too.
This is much better than my St. Patrick's Day. The extent of our celebration included eating green sprinkled cupcakes and an Arby's corned beef rueben. I think it's just another excuse to celebrate.
I only wore a green shirt.
Boliver
I never do much, but this year it was green mac and cheese, with green applesauce, green milk and shamrock cookies for dessert. A hit with the kids, but Dave couldn't stomach all the green food. Oh well, it was fun!
Our kids got out of school on St. Patty's day so didn't get to display their green. I should have thought to dye our dinner green... Maybe next year. What a weird holiday.
We had Irish Haystacks, which amounts to Hawaiian Haystacks with dyed-green sauce and minty-looking rice. My husband's response? "This is going to make our poop look weird."
brittany: I like your husband even more now.
My basis for this knowledge is in the Veggie Tale video about the Samuri. I can't remember what it is called, but it had a short clip in there. If you want to borrow it for next year, be my guest, my laddie!
The school served O'ranch that day - yeah, green dyed ranch dressing. I think a couple of 5th graders retched. But your young me laddie should have gotten a die cut shamrock for his mother's error in not dressing him in green. Isn't it the school's job to help the kids with the crummy parents??????
It was St. Patrick's Day?
Oh, we had WAY too many shamrock cookies here, and the milk was green. Dinner was supposed to be a festival of green, but after driving the girl to soccer a half hour early (since that's what time she told me it started) and then waiting around for 1/2 an hour before I could drop her off, we ended up with regular food, but with peas for our veggie.
I do know that St. Patrick converted the Irish to Christians, and we celebrate his death. And something about snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?
I made corned beef and cabbage--traditional Irish fare. It's sort of gross.
St. Patrick is remembered for chasing the Norwegians out of Ireland.
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