Years ago I started a tradition at our home. On the night before Saint Patrick’s Day, I place a handful of green gumdrops in the toilet. In the morning, my children are delighted to find a pile of leprechaun poop in our bathroom. It makes them feel special, chosen in some unique way.
The first time I did this, my oldest kids were five and three. Cole, my early riser, found the gumdrops in the toilet and returned minutes later with his sister in tow.
“What do you think it is?” he asked.
“I think it might be leprechaun poop,” Meg replied.
“Let’s take it out of the toilet.”
“Eeeww,” Meg reacted with disgust. “I’m not touching it.”
The ever-persistent Cole replied, “We could use a spoon.”
“I think we should flush it,” Meg said.
“YEAH!! Let’s flush it.”
After depressing the handle on the toilet, both kids came running into my room. “WE FLUSHED LEPRECHAUN POOP!” they shrieked.
Yesterday, my youngest woke to find the gumdrops. A very proper four-year-old, she was most concerned with the leprechaun’s bathroom etiquette.
“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed. “He didn’t flush after himself, and he didn’t even turn on the fan. That’s DISGUSTING!”