This morning, I gave Margot a pinch when I woke her up since she wasn't wearing green. She sleepily retorted, "Take that back! I have green eyes!"
Alas, she does.
She tumbled down the stairs, ready for the day and excited at the prospect of eating green jello at school. A crafty leprochaun dyed her milk green before breakfast. She guzzled it down.
I like to remember St. Patrick's Day six years ago when Uncle Tim and I took Margot to an Irish bar for a mid-afternoon pint. That was back on Capitol Hill. She slept through the whole thing. I wish I had a photo from that day.
But look at her now!