Or am I?
When I was a kid, St. Patrick’s Day always meant something, because I would wear green to school, and get green mashed potatoes and cupcakes, and wear pins that said “kiss me I’m Irish”, even though I wasn’t, and all that fun stuff.
Now that I’m older, and not even 1% Irish, it’s a holiday that kind of sneaks up on me and goes right past. I know a lot of Irish people, and my son is Irish too, but that usually doesn’t help me remember to wear green ha ha.
Me: Jack, go change your shirt. Put on the green one.
Jack: Why? No one’s going to care.
Me: you’ll care. And I’ll care. And Saint Patrick will care. Go pick out a green shirt because you’re Irish.
Jack: do we have any of those pins that say kiss me I’m Irish?
Me: no I don’t think we do, and even if we did, I wouldn’t know where they are.
Jack: ( calling from upstairs ) I don’t know which shirt is green!
I forget sometimes that he is colorblind.
Me: it’s the long sleeve shirt that’s farther over to the right in the… Oh forget it I’ll come up and show you.
Jack: is it this one? (He found the right one!)
Me: yeah that’s it! Now you look like my little Irish boy. That mixed with German. Explains a lot.
Jack: what was that?
Me: oh nothing…
And, boy does that explain a lot! Ha ha. Anyone else out there a mix of Irish and German, or have a child or spouse with that combo? Let me know what you think 🙂
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Here’s Moca chewing something green ha ha.