"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.