My sons have been busy creating leprechaun traps for the past few days. They are quite serious about this and felt they had to set them this evening in order to catch a leprechaun. The trap designs all resemble something Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius, would construct to catch a certain bird, but their enthusiasm makes up for any lack of originality.
I asked what they would do with the leprechaun they might catch and the answer always revolved around getting the pot of gold from the end of the rainbow. My oldest said if the leprechaun won’t give it to him, he would flush the little man down the toilet. Pretty tough, if you ask me.
I’m not quite sure why they are so fixated on leprechauns this year. They have some Irish in them, but not much. I didn’t think they were obsessed with gold, but then again they love those commercials. “Do you know what that sound is? That’s the sound of security…that’s the sound of GOLD!” They also love Yukon Cornelius from Rudolph…they scratch the snow, taste it for gold and mutter “nothin’!” Perhaps even my little wee ones are worried about the economy and want the leprechaun’s gold to cash in for some cold, hard cash. Legos don’t come cheap, you know, and they need more Power Miners. They have a very long birthday and Christmas wish-list which they start creating about four days after New Year’s Day. The money has to come from somewhere for these toys.
I have voice-mails from my cell phone that I saved because they are too funny. One is from my five-year old and starts like this, “um, hi, Mom, um, I want Lego Atlantis for my birthday. Okay? Will you write that down?” (from the background you can hear my husband ask “Is that it?”) “Yes, okay, ‘bye Mom.” He told his father he really needed to talk to me and that was the message. He left this particular one in October. His birthday is in July.
We never intended to spoil them. It happened gradually. We have to un-spoil them now. That takes even longer. Then again, maybe they will catch a leprechaun tonight and force him to give them his gold. All we’d have to do then is teach our boys to budget wisely.
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