We woke up this past St. Patrick’s day to discover that Leprechauns had been up to their annual hijinx. Not only had our milk turned green, but our cereal had been replaced with some weird (and yet delicious) concoction of chocolate and peanut butter puffs. We also found green St. Patrick’s day cupcakes in our microwave and toaster oven, and when my 7-year old made lemonade, it also turned mysteriously green.

The combination was enough to send the kids searching for other signs of leprechauns. There was a fresh towel in one of the bathrooms. Clearly, that had not been there the previous day, and the bananas on the counter? Where had they come from?

“Look,” my nine-year old said, “the cheese turned green!”

I looked over from the eggs I was cooking. “What?”

“And fuzzy,” he added.

“Don’t eat that,” I said quickly. “I don’t think that was leprechauns.”

“Eewww.” He carried the moldy cheese to the trash. “I hope not.”

“Hmm.” I turned back to my eggs. “Want to try one of the cupcakes?”

“Nah,” he said. “Maybe after breakfast. Do you?”

“No, I’m good,” I said. “I think I’ll wait for momma.”

He chuckled. “I’ll make some toast.”