We have been setting a trap for this little dickens on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day ever since my son Grayson, now 11, was in preschool. Really, I’m not sure why we do it, except that Grayson, way back then, said we needed to.
Now it’s a tradition. We never get very elaborate, it’s usually just a laundry basket propped up with a T-square. No wonder we never catch him. But he always leaves behind fancy donuts! I can’t wait!