Mason had the assignment to build a Leprechaun trap to bring to school the day before St. Patrick's Day in order to catch one of those up to no good little green guys. Apparently I forgot the memo about it not to be any bigger than a shoe box...oops! He designed it where the Leprechaun would see a pot of gold when he opened the door and would walk in without looking down and fall into the large box because he didn't see the hole, and not be able to escape. Ah well size and scheme apparently doesn't matter, we caught no such Leprechaun that night, but Mason came home talking of stories of how they messed up and broke a few of the other classmates traps and scattered bits of gold around the classroom. I love this age of mystery and fantasy, surprise and pure belief. I will be sad when it all disappears.
Mason also had a school musical. Yeah a real one all the way across the street at the High School performance auditorium. It was theater seating and it felt like a real production. I was amazed at how well thought out it was and all the kids got a moment in the spotlight to sing a song with their class. Honey was beside herself and asked Daddy if he could sign her up for "this". She was up there singing and dancing right along with them, and had no clue what any of the songs were. I'd better sign her up for something, I swear that child was destined for the stage life.
Mason is Top Left Row, 5th person in. He's got his head turned anyway, hard to see him.
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