




SO! I told her I’d need to ask Daddy “Because Daddy knows everything, huh, Mommy?”. “Yes, Ella, most things.” ---I didn’t wanna give him everything.
Lance made a quickie run to Lee’s and got a little bag o’ chocolate coins. She’d made a “trap” with her little friend Preston earlier in the day, so I found some green decorating sugar that I sprinkled on her trap (outside the front door). This way she’d know he’d been there, but escaped.
Freakin’ Leprechauns. Where does the lying to kids stop??? I’m no innocent when it comes to telling a minor whopper here or there to keep peace (or keep my chocolate to myself), but seriously!
I don’t know, because I wasn’t ever lied to like this. I feel ambushed by the school and am not so happy about that one… I wish I were a whole lot easier-going about these things… That I were that mom who created “fairy tea parties” for her little ladies, and encouraged wishes and princess dreams; I’m not. I’m no where near her, and to fake being her for these little things feels foreign to me. I believe in hard work, in making your own dreams come true, and more importantly, in GOD: which to me, is NOT a lie.
Lots of analysis. Too much for a Tuesday night. Happy St. Patty’s, my friends.