Just like Fat Tuesday, St. Patrick’s Day snuck up on me this year. I remembered to dress the kids in green at least, but I couldn’t follow suit because as it turns out, I don’t own a single green shirt.
There were no green beers at 7am or late night parties, but I did manage to pull together a dinner of green banana pancakes, green finger jello, and green milk for the kids. It looked disgusting to me, but they thought it was awesome. I hope they’re always this easy to please!