The Jig is Up

Last year for St. Patty’s Finn did his best drunken sailor impersonation.

 

This year he performed the jig.   The wearing of the green was limited to green jammies since the young Lord of the Dance is still a bit under the weather.

The Captain is concerned for two reasons.  

A) That children’s services might accuse me of shaken baby syndrome

B) That in a few years I will tell him that we are off to karate class while we secretly attend a mother-son-all-you-can-jig Irish step dance class. 

Perhaps he is justified about the shaken baby thing.  Shortly after our jig performance, Finn produced a very stinky very green diaper.   Now, when I say green, I mean Shamrock Shake green.   It was so unbelievably green that I wanted to take a picture.  The Captain told me,  “Have you lost your damn mind. You are not posting the poop on the internet.”  And thus you are spared.