Over the weekend I had to help my son make a leprechaun trap for school. Here it is.
The upshot is that my kid won’t be accused of making his dad do all the work for him. I can see his teacher’s thought process now.
“Man. That looks awful. But hey, at least his dad didn’t do it for him.”
Here’s the bad news.
I did it for him. Well, enough for me to be ashamed of my work.
But if it helps, the whole time that I was building the trap, and I use the term building loosely, I had this going through my head.
So now my kid will go to school with a really bad leprechaun trap that his dad built and tell his teacher, “I wanna know where the gold at.”
Please pray for our family.