Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s day. Somewhere along the line, my older daughters have come to believe that leprechauns exist, joining the realm of Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny.
There are two sides to this belief: 1) that leprechauns will bring you treats with green-frosting, chocolate, toys, etc. and 2) that leprechauns are to be feared because they will pinch you if you aren’t wearing green.
It was after bedtime. They thought they heard something. They were scared. They wanted me to lay with them.
“You know,” I said, prone on the floor, “leprechauns are like everyone else. They have to stay inside so they don’t spread the virus.”
“No! It’s not true,” Mia, age 5 wailed. “Leprechauns can’t get the virus.”
That’s when I said it. Not unlike the famous “Yes, Virginia,” editorial from 1897.
“Yes, Mia, leprechauns can get the the corona virus.”