St. Patrick’s Day

Me: Dave can be awfully magnificent when he wants to be, can’t he? Look at the way he’s standing on the chair.

Nell: I know. It’s a little extreme. He was up late last night watching Marvel movies with Henry and Horst and now he thinks he is some kind of super hero.

Me: He is to me. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: He’s even asked The Cat to make him a cape.

Me: Well, he’s certainly focussed on something.

Nell: He’s on Mole Watch Duty. He needs to be alert.

Me: I think he’s watching Babycakes Gillespie. He’s outside with his bagel cart causing quite a disturbance.

Nell: He hasn’t run out of doughnuts again, has he?

Me: I don’t know, but his bagels seemed to have turned green.

Nell: Don’t be silly.

Me: And there’s a really large hairy dog dancing with the llamas.

Nell: Is it an Irish Wolfhound?

Me: It might be.

Nell: Is it wearing green?

Me: Yes.

Nell: That explains it then.

Me: Does it?

Nell: It’s St. Patrick’s Day.

Me: Oh yes. Of course. I’d forgotten.

Nell: All our food will be green today. Poppy likes to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.

Me: Does she have Irish blood?

Nell: Probably. Somewhere. Poppy’s heritage is a little confused.

Me: She’d make a wonderful leprechaun.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: We had better make sure we wear something green, or we will get pinched.

Nell: I worry about you sometimes.

Me: The dancing is getting a little wild.

Nell: I hope that’s coffee they’re drinking and not Guinness.

Me: I used to like a drop of Guinness in my youth. It was grand, so it was.

Nell: Was that an Irish accent?

Me: Only accidentally.

Nell: Well, don’t do it again.

Me: No. Sorry.

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