The Case of the Irish Booby Traps
Fiona came home from nursery school last week bursting with excitement over this news: her class was going to capture some leprechauns!
Apparently, while they were in the big room, some leprechauns had danced their way into their classroom and sprinkled some green glitter all over. Upon return to the classroom, the children found the glitter and Mrs. Parks and Mrs. King told them that the leprechauns must have been there.
"So...this is so exciting...we're going to use some straws and make some booby traps!" Fiona told us, overjoyed.
"Booby traps?" I said. "What kind of booby traps?"
"You know! Booby traps, where there's a box and a string and we'll put it up on its side and then pull the string so it falls down on top of them when they dance inside of there."
"But why would they go inside the box?" I pressed.
"I don't know...we'll put some little things inside of there that they like to make them want to go inside of there and then we'll catch them and take their gold!" she replied, with a devilish grin and rubbing her hands together.
"What do you think they will like that you can put in there?" I asked.
"I don't know...how am I supposed to know?"
"I think you should put corned beef and cabbage. And maybe some beer in there."
"Ewww! Gross, Daddy! That won't work."
So, here's how it played out: apparently, they set the booby traps, but no leprechauns appeared and then it was time to go into the other room for songs on the piano, which is when the leprechauns (aka Mrs. T, the lunch lady) must have invaded the classroom. Fiona told us when they got back, the booby traps had been sprung and there were two notes. One said "Well, you made good traps, but we squeezed out," and the other said "If each child finds a clover that we hid in the room, you'll get our pot of gold." So they collected all the clovers, and the teachers handed over the pot of gold chocolate coins.
She was over the moon. Which is why I love children. She was totally immersed and enraptured by the mystery of the sneaky leprechauns.
If you ask me, those leprechauns would have stayed put in the booby traps if they had been baited with corned beef and beer.
Labels: imagination, Irish, St. Patrick's Day
posted by dadinprogress @ 10:42 PM
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7 Comments:
I'm very glad to read of another preschooler over the moon from St. Patrick's Day- my 5yo has not stopped talking about leprauchauns all week and weekend. We had to leave a broom by the front door so they would trip if they tried to come in.
My 7.5 yo son also got the bug- came home on Wed and announced he wanted to make something for his teachers for St.Paddy's see his craft here if you are so inclined : ) http://nyjlm.blogspot.com/2007/03/small-reasons.html
What a great idea. My preschooler got her classroom messed up by the sneaky leprechauns. So the rest of the day she made messes and blamed them on leprechauns.
Clare's class went searching for leprechauns too. She claims a boy in her class saw one in the bathroom but he jumped into a toilet.
I think the leprechauns would have stayed in there with beer too...or at least have found it harder to sneak out.
Great story -- I love those teachers! How fun for all the kids.
And just to note, I'D stay in a small box if it had beer and corned beef ...
Awesome idea. Fun stuff for the kids. It's always so sad once they start getting cynical.
Probably best they didn't capture the little fellas. They're hard to get rid of once they discover you've got beer.
Hey, I'm starting to worry about you...
That's cute!
:)
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