St. Patrick's Day

Last year, Abe read this post and laughed and laughed and laughed. He even mentioned it a few times in the week that followed. So this year, about 2 weeks before St. Patrick's Day, he and I were saying our prayers before bed and I hear him say, "...and please send the crazy leprechaun to our house to mess everything up." What in the world? Now the leprechaun was sure to make an appearance.

So without reinventing the wheel, and Daddy out of town, the Crazy Little Leprechaun did this:





When Abe realized that he had come, he proclaimed, "See Heavenly Father DOES listen to our prayers."

Peyton just kept repeating, "What a crazy little leprachaun!"