Every year we try to catch our leprechaun. Over several dinner conversations the kids decided that this was it. They were going to catch him. We discussed many options, but finally decided to use an actual squirrel trap that we had. Josh pondered how to disguise it. They settled on convincing Paddy – the leprechaun – that it was a batting cage. Anna created a masterpiece for him, because while we did want to catch him, we also wanted him to know it was nothing personal and that he was loved. There’s the home plate and bat ready to go. St. Patrick’s morning I woke up to Max’s little voice in my ear. “Let’s go see if we got him Mom! Come on!” He was devastated to find out that again, we had caught him, but Paddy had managed to escape. This time he jimmied the cage open with a nearby crayon. Luckily he’d left us some treasure to make up for it.Paddy had turned our milk (and our toilet water) green much to Max’s delight. So we made some green pancakes and started planning for next year.