St. Patrick's Day

Tate was excited about St. Patrick's day and wanted to make sure he wore green. He was very upset when I told him he couldn't wear the green shirt he'd picked because it was too small and I could see his tummy! He threw a great big fit! I found him a shirt with green stripes and he cried and told me, "The kids at school don't think stripes are COOOOL!!!" Oh my, if he's already so worried about his clothes and being cool, what's it going to be like when he's older? So I was tired of arguing and said, "I don't feel very well, and don't really want to take you to school, so if you won't pick a different shirt I guess you can just stay home today." He growled at me, shouted "FINE" and marched off to his room. We ended up compromising and he wore BOTH shirts - the small one as an undershirt and the one I picked on top. I was fine with that.He was much happier after school and was excited to tell me all about leprechauns, and their pots of gold. So we watched "Darby O'Gill and the Little People" Tate yelled at me for skipping over the part with the Banshee, "I like the scary parts!!" he said, but I know that it would have given Canton nightmares. I had planned on a dinner of corned beef and cabbage with key lime pie for dessert - but it didn't happen: I'm still not feeling so awesome so Taco soup is as creative as I got (nothing green about that...)