The Luck of the Irish

I thought this year it would be fun to tell Everett about leprechauns and make a trap to catch one. Well, if you haven't heard the story, basically, I traumatized him. He went to bed imagining small green people attacking and taking him in the night. Not my best mother moment.

But school elaborated on the subject and he quickly came to a solid understanding of it. He even had a "homework" assignment to build a trap. So we worked on it and Everett was quite proud of it. This is it (minus the gold) because "Luther Leprechaun" took all of the gold last night and left the boys 4 clues to hidden prizes. It was super fun to see Everett figuring out the clues and Lionel running after him. They found all the prizes and had a laugh at the tiny footprints I created heading to the trap. It was all really fun (just not at 5am on a Saturday).