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!
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