Not some new band totally rocking the underground music scene (because I would know all about that! Hah!).

This was the photo I took of my children this afternoon after everybody else remembered St Patrick’s Day for us.

Notice that unlike 99.9% of children at Baby Sister’s preschool this morning, none of them are wearing green. However, her  teacher was kind enough to color her hair, right before she banned her from the class St Patrick’s Day party for talking too much at naptime (grrr, but that’s a topic for another post). The Post Office had stocked up on green lollipops too, nice big ones which resulted in satisfyingly green tongues.

For my part, however, yet again I FAIL! Another example: this afternoon we made a cake, and right after I put the red food coloring into the icing, I realized “Oh! Whoops! Wrong color!”.

Ironic, when you consider the fact that had the kids’ great, great, great (not sure how many greats) grandfather not found it necessary to change his identity to avoid the forces of the law, their surname would have been Finucan.

In related news, this morning The Daddy woke me up at some totally unreasonable hour as he was leaving for work, to inform me that one of the drawers in the master bathroom was full of water. As it turned out to be a closed drawer situated nowhere near any pipes this can only be the work of the Little People.

The Leprechauns. I have been dismissive of them. They are surely showing their displeasure.

(Update: It wasn’t Finucan. We are not quite sure what it was but I got the wrong side of the family. The saintly side. My apologies to all concerned…)