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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Blame it on Mommy
DS came home from school today and tore his bed apart. Not literally - one of his classmates told him that the leprechauns left gold coins under his pillow last night, so DS figured he must have some too. DH explained to him that the leprechauns don't visit our house "Because Mommy's English." Why blame it on me? It's not like DH is Irish either! (Some of his ancestors did come to the US from Ireland - but they were French Huguenots who stopped off in Ireland for just a couple of generations in the late 17th century on their way to America.) Still, they do say "Everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's Day!" Except Mommy apparently :-)
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That is so funny!!! My snobby English Canadian Grandma wouldn't celebrate St. Patrick's Day with her Irish Canadian husband.....maybe that is why no one in our family ever found a pot of gold! hmmmmm.
*sidenote......I love my Grandma very much. I just realized that by calling her snobby it doesn't seem that way....but really I do. (not that you probably care this much!)
That's hilarious!
Love it! Funny that no one here really understands why we didn't celebrate St. Paddy's back home? I guess all Brits are the same when you're not one.
We avoided the whole thing altogether. Apart from making sure the boys wore green to school. I think it's the most peculiar celebration of a holiday by far. My son was so hoping our loo would turn green like his friend's did last year!
Well, DS woke up the morning after St. Patrick's Day and proceeded to toss his bed all over again. I told him that it was time to get up and get dressed for school.
His reply?
"I'm not getting dressed until I get some gold!"
No one seems to go to church either. As I recall, it was a Holy Day of Obligation and we had to go to mass and then school.
Hahahahahahaha!
I don't know why, but it reminds me of a conversation I had with an American once who (it turned out) was 1/32nd Irish.
American: "You're English, so I suppose you don't celebrate St Patrick's Day."
Me: "Well I'm half-Irish."
American: "No, you're English."
Me: "No, I really am half Irish."
American: "But you're English. I've got Irish blood in me!"
Me: "Sure, but a good bit less than me!"
It was a very strange conversation and I could only get it to stop by agreeing with him!
Very funny. It seems everyone is "Irish" here so you must for one day at least.
Who would have guessed the leprechauns and the tooth fairies time-shared toddler's pillow space?
I've never felt the same about St. Patrick's day since I went to a university celebration as a sensitive teenager- no, seriously- and saw dozen of drunken frat boys and blitzed sorority chicks whooping it up. Ending in grabbing hapless guy in green face-paint from a crowd and plunging him into a large vat of green slime. (Apparently it was a college tradition.)
I still have nightmares about that because I am sensitive and all.
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