I did not think the boys were interested in trying again.
When we discussed St. Patrick’s Day months ago, they had grandiose leprechaun trapping ideas. But ideas are not action.
At the start of this week I made mention of needing to remember to wear green to school on Friday.
As we were driving home from school today, Carter asked me if it was “leprechaun day” tomorrow. When I told him it was, his reaction was immediate and tearful.
carter: But I didn’t know! We don’t have a trap! Tears sprung to his eyes and his words came out in a choke.
I assured him that somewhere between after homework and before bedtime, there would be time to make a trap.
And so there was.
I will admit that it is not as well thought out and constructed as some of our previous traps. But it is a trap and there is hope in our house tonight.
There is a trail of chocolate chips leading to the box. The box top is lined with sticky tape. If the pesky fellow gets past the tape and slips down the toilet paper roll slide into depths unknown, he will be faced with a box floor lined with more sticky tape (but a nice sized mountain of chocolate chips to keep him happy.) (I tried to talk Carter into only using 5-6 chips, but he would have none of it.)
How do we know if leprechauns like chocolate chips?
Carter is pretty confident that the little bugger is a chocolate lover. The trap’s ability to work depends on it.
As Husband and I tucked the boys in bed tonight, Cody asked to whisper something in my ear.
cody: Momma, are you and poppa the leprechaun?
me: What do you think?
Cody knows. And he rather likes being in on it.
Carter, on the other hand, well I think he knows too but isn’t ready to really know.