This morning we were called upon to babysit our youngest granddaughter while her parents went for a morning workout. Her older sister was out-of-town but her best friend was there for a sleepover. It’s a good thing I’m not a leprechaun (at 6′ 4″, I’ve never been mistaken for one). There to greet us was a leprechaun trap! I’ll let the pictures do the talking:
No actual leprechaun was harmed in the writing of this blog.