Happy St. Patty’s Day!

Back story #1

One thing you may not know about Dude is that he is very aware of the order of holidays. It’s like some kind of internal clock goes off. Without fail, he starts talking about Halloween in September. Once Halloween is over, it’s all, “No Thanksgiving. No Thanksgiving.” (To understand Dude’s use of the word “no,” kindly refer to the Dude Language Guide.) Etc. Etc.

Back story #2

When we were younger, our mom was one of those moms who decorated the house from top to bottom to match whatever holiday was approaching. And since we lived in the suburbs and have a front porch, the decorations also included themed flags, windsocks, and sometimes even decals for the front door and windows. Among our flag collection: Back to School, Halloween, Valentine’s Day, St. Patty’s Day, Birthday (goes up whenever there’s a birthday in the house), University of Maryland, Summer theme, Autumn theme, etc

In recent years, Mom has relaxed her decorating craziness a bit.. much to Dude’s chagrin.

Dude-ism #97

This year, as soon as Valentine’s Day had passed, Dude was on Mom like white on rice.

“No St. Patty’s Day flag!” he said to her in mid-February.

“Dude, it will go up before St. Patty’s. I promise you. I just don’t have time today,” Mom responded.

Soon after, our neighbors put up their St. Patty’s Day decorations.

Dude returned to bother mom. “St. Patty’s Day flag. No St. Patty’s Day flag.”

His pestering became a daily activity until about 2 weeks ago. Mom finally dug out the Patty’s Day flag and windsock and ironed them.

“See?” she pointed out to Dude. “I’m getting the St. Patty’s Day flag ready. We’ll put it up this weekend.”

That Sunday, while Dude was upstairs chilling in his room, Dad noticed the windsock and flag lying out. He picked up the windsock and went out on the front porch to hang it.

Mom was sitting in the living room, watching Dad do this, when she heard Dude’s footsteps coming hurriedly down the stairs.

Dude went to the front door, saw Dad hanging the windsock, rushed to the kitchen, grabbed the St. Patty’s Day flag, and was standing impatiently at the door clutching it when Dad turned around.

“St. Patty’s Day flag,” he announced firmly as he handed it to Dad.


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