"Treasure"

When your grandpa is Irish and you're at his house on St Patrick's Day, be prepared to have fun.

We had green spaghetti noodles, learned some Irish history, watched a movie about leprechauns (that some of my kids are still scared about), and had a treasure hunt.

It was all wonderful, but the best part was the clue that directed the kids to the backyard grill.

The kids went running to the grill and lifted a pot that happened to be on top of the grill in -anticipation of leprechaun gold. Instead they reached for a torn open, sun scorched poopy diaper that the dog had been snacking on for the better part of the day.

GROSS!

I haven't moved so fast in a long time. "Don't Touch It, Don't Touch It!" I shouted as I ran vowing under my breath that we will never own a dog and this is the worst leprechaun treasure ever! Ten minutes later, when I'd finished cleaning up after the dog's afternoon of recreation and was informed that the poopy diaper wasn't really supposed to be "the treasure", my sense of humor returned.