Top o' the mornin to ya.

"MOOOMMMM" the kids yelled. "Are we Irish?"

I stopped, thought about it. I am sure there is some Irish in there somewhere. Down the line. My mom DOES have reddish hair and is full of freckles, that is if that is what an Irish person even looks like. Hell! Are the people IN Ireland even Irish? I bet we all are just a Heinz 57, each little parts of all over the world.

"YES, SURE, you can be Irish today." I yelled.

They both threw on their green shirts and headed towards the door for school.

I pinched them both anyway.


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Ya know, I have NOTHING green in my own wardrobe. I rifled through my closet this morning, searching. I am sure that I wouldn't get pinched at work cause that would be hot wrong. I just wanted to feel festive. Nothing. I decided on a t-shirt that is mintish green, kinda. Whatever.

It is beautiful out already this morning. Suppose to be in the 70s today!! Kids really wanted to wear shorts, crazies. Yet as we were pulling up to Buggy's school, you guessed it, kids in shorts.

She turned her head over her shoulder and shot me the most nasty "I told you so" look.

She is lucky she was half way down the sidewalk or she would have heard my "if your friend jumps off the building does that mean YOU have to?" or "well, I am not so and so's mother, I am your mother and I said, NO SHORTS". Oh yes, she is lucky that girl.

Bubba was just as much pro shorts this morning. It was much of the same arguments, "Gavin..."

"I'm not Gavin's mom, I am your mom..."

You get the idea. I was glad to walk into his school this morning to see each child dress in pants. At least from the age groups of 2-5 year olds, the parents still have some say in their clothes.