Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I told the kids Wednesday night that Larry the Leprechaun would not be coming to visit this year for St. Patrick's Day. With the downturn in the economy, Larry just didn't think it was feasible to fill the kids' St. Paddy's day bags with green Pringles, green juice boxes, and green packs of gum.
At 4 a.m. I went into Carson's room to check on him. His face had swollen up on Monday night from an allergy of some sort (we think it was sun poisoning from St. George!). He looked like a chipmunk when he went to bed, so I wanted to make sure he was breathing all right. I woke him up to give him some Benadryl. "Carson, sit up. I've got to give you your medicine!"
"Did Larry come yet? Did he leave us treats?" he asked through his puffy cheeks.
"No, Larry didn't come yet, Carson."
"He'll be here soon though, right?"
It was heartbreaking, seeing the look of hope in his squinty, half-swollen shut eyes.
So, Larry the Leprechaun ended up coming after all. He left a note on the counter that said he'd found some green $5 bills at the end of the rainbow. Carson was thrilled!
This is a Larry the Leprechaun impersonator that came to visit later that morning!