St. Patrick’s Day Eve …and I am remembering a special tradition with Jamie. Each St. Patrick’s Day Eve, from the time he was around 4 yrs old, “the leprechauns” would sneak into his room in the middle of the night and paint his fingernails, bright red, as he was fast asleep. This leprechaun in particular, probably got more of a kick out of it then he did.. I would wait until he was fast asleep and then crawl in , stealthily, military style, equipped with a bottle of bright red nail polish and try to get his nails in the dark as he swatted away at my hands and talked in his sleep. I would sneak a handful of green Mike and Ike’s and leave them under his pillow and do the same for Emily before leaving… Each year, even in his middle school years ( when he knew it was me and not the leprechauns), Jamie would smile and say in an attempted Irish brogue, “look, Ma, those weeeeeee little leprechauns got me again”…
I would offer him nail polish remover before he would get on the bus but he would refuse it so he could show his friends what those leprechauns did to him. 