Famer Small helps make dinner.
I was in the kitchen assembling the ingredients for our traditional corned beef and cabbage dinner when Farmer Small hopped up on the table.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Making dinner for St. Patrick's Day." I said.
"Because you're Irish?"
"I am partly Irish." I said
"Am I Irish?"
"You're probably Playmobile or Fisher Price," I said, "but today everyone is Irish."
"Even the Grumpy Farmer?"
"He's 100% Irish."
He thought about that for a moment and then asked" Can I help make dinner?"
This was a new development. Even though Farmer Small wasn't known for being helpful, I decided to give it a try.
"Sure," I said. "First you take a leek . . ."
"Take a leak?!" said Farmer Small "What kind of recipe is this?"
"Not that." I said. "A leek is a vegetable. What kind of farmer are you? "
"I'm a great farmer! And I'm not helping you." With that Farmer Small jumped off the table.
"Fine." I said.
I watched him stalk off, perturbed that I had called his horticultural skills into question.
"Happy St. Patrick's Day." I called
He said something back in his tiny voice. It could have been "You too." Hard to tell. Anyway, Happy St. Patrick's Day from this household to yours.