Clay and I go away every St Patrick's weekend and our children stay with their grandma. This year Narls is particularly excited about the prospect of "finding a leprechaun" at grandma's house, which led to us talking about the leprechaun's pot of gold and how it's supposed to be found at the end of a rainbow.
Coincidentally enough it was slightly sprinkling as we were talking, so both he and Em spent a good portion of the morning looking outside in hopes of spotting a rainbow. No luck. But, being the resourceful mama that I am, I whipped them up some of their own little rainbows (in the form of cupcakes).
They were clearly pleased as evident by the complete lack of crumbs.
And the enormous smiles.