When you name your child Patrick, March 17th instantly becomes a significant day. And with the last name Callahan, well you might as well start planning the party in November... Except when Bad Mommy completely forgets your Saints day and sends you to school in a Blue CARS T-shirt. No green pancakes, no leprechaun visits, no happy (happy, happy, happy) Saint Patrick's Day.
On Patrick's first St. Patrick's Day, he didn't know the difference. This afternoon he demanded, "Call me
SAINT Patrick." I indulged him, it's the least I could do...... Next year, can someone call me and remind me? Or at least drop off some green bagels at my house?
Patrick's First Saint Patrick's Day 2005
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