...and I had to tell him otherwise this morning. He knew it was St. Patrick's day the moment I put his shirt on. It's the only solid green shirt he owns. Ever since Saturday when we were supposed to go to the parade, he calls it his "parade shirt," and is convinced that if he puts it on, there will be a St. Patrick's Day parade. He keeps insisting that all he have to do is hop on the train and find one.
If only it were so easy.
Instead, we've been taking walks and bike rides to fill the day...and you can bet we're looking for leprechaun hideouts. :)