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This is a memo to my kids’ friends’ mothers. Thanks for nothing ladies. You all let me down. Apparently, there’s a leprechaun thing and no one told me. Saturday, St. Patrick’s Day, I was out all day with my kids. We had a great day.  When we got home I sent them to bed and sat back on the sofa to relax with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. But then my daughter walked in and she was crying. She was sad the leprechaun hadn’t shown up. What leprechaun? The leprechaun, she told me, the one that had visited all of her friends’ houses. What was she talking about? “I wrote him a note, and left it in my room,” she cried. “I asked him to come to our house.” “Leprechauns don’t come to people’s houses,” I told her. “They do. They visited my friends and knocked over chairs. That’s what they do. They mess up the house and in my note I asked him to mess up our house.” I looked around. We’d never be able to tell if a leprechaun visited us. She was still crying. I hadn’t seen the note. I didn’t know about leprechauns. I was pissed. [...]

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