I am not in any way Irish. Neither is my husband. Sure, we’ve had our share of Irish car bombs in college. My OB/GYN even recommended Guiness to help breast feeding, yes please and thank you very much after nine months abstinence. But that’s as close as I ever got to celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. Until I had a kid. And he was in kindergarten. And his class had this adorable project to build a leprechaun trap. Michael’s sells these wooden traps (cages? what are they really for, who knows?) and we bought all of the decorations there, too. May you catch ye own leprechaun, and toast it with Guiness this March 17th!