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.
