So I never knew being a father meant getting my own personal little leprechaun:
Baylor’s sporting a “daddy’s lucky charm” shirt my cousin Hailey bought for her. We all wore green today in Geita, and were privileged to celebrate both St. Patrick’s Day AND our teammate Calvin’s birthday. It was a happy birthday for the tallest leprechaun of all.
Tomorrow we’re off to Mwanza, where my mother and aunt (Hailey’s mom) will begin their journey back to the states after a short jaunt in the city where rests me personal pot o’ gold — a supply of diet cokes, that is.
But what I wouldn’t do for a box of Lucky Charms, complete with tasty marshmallows the consistency of a florist’s green foam bricks….
Sugary breakfast cereals are like edible dreams of hot air balloon rides and never-ending water slides.