Yesterday was Carmen's first St. Patrick's Day. In the morning I dutifully dressed Elian in ribbit-green diaper and reminded Arnold that if he didn't wear green he'd be really asking for trouble at school. Then I passed by Carmen's room to explain about St. Patrick's.
Me: Today is St. Patrick's Day. We have to wear green. Look at Elian's green! (insert enthusiasm here)
Carmen: Oh, okay. (She says this to almost everything)
Me: Yeah, if you don't wear green then people can pinch you.
Carmen: Oh Okay (Insert, yeah-right-crazy-lady laugh)
Me: No seriously. It's a tradition.
Carmen: Mhhmmm (this was done in the "my daughter-in-law the silly gringa" tone)
Me: Yeah and if someone pinches you and you're secretly wearing green than you get to hit them! (I'm really selling this notion which I realize is really ludicrous/unimportant but I feel it is my duty to enthusiastically teach her about American cultural traditions)
Carmen: Okay, if you say so.
Of course she didn't change into green. But then I haven't been able to get her to eat brown rice either. Le sigh. I guess control freaks can't win 'em all!
In semi-related news my friend Tyler posted a beautiful prayer by St. Patrick on his blog. Ck it out here.