Yesterday was the first St. Patrick’s I’ve not really celebrated in a long time. No Irish Lion. No Guinness. No Bushmills. I’m not Irish, but it’s still a tradition. I guess I could have had an O’Douls. Or I could have made these delicious-sounding Guinness cupcakes.
Kya and I went to the grocery after school for some green-iced cupcakes and ingredients for pizza. On our way to our car, we passed a fat, bearded dude wearing a tall green-and-white-striped hat driving a low rider.
“Look, Mom! A leprechaun! Let’s catch him and get his gold!” she said to me.
“That’s not a leprechaun, honey. That’s just a fat guy with a hat on his way to get drunk,” I replied.