After chapel, we gathered around the mysterious container with the note from the leprechaun. I opened the envelope and read the contents, “Thank you for the neighborhood! My family and I love it! We invited all our friends to live..”
Cue uncontrollable sobbing.
Poor kid. I let him come up and peek inside the container first and announce that it was cake. He also got to have the first slice.
He was fine after that.
Here’s a before-the-bake shot:
Brad says
It was nice of the leprechaun to at least leave some cake, even though it was salted with tears.
Lauren says
Ha! I laughed out loud.
Lauren's mom says
God job!
Deborah says
Everything can be fixed with cake. 🙂