Hi! I have a story to tell about St. Patrick's day!

It started off like any other morning.

I woke up crying because I was hungry. So I had a bottle of milk.

I got dressed in my new shamrock dress because it is St. Patrick's day!

Wait... let me get my new bib on because I happen to drool a lot. Ok, so here's the good part of the story.

Daddy was in the kitchen putting my bottles in my cooler bag for school.

Oh cute shoes!! I love my feet!

Oh right... my story! So then Daddy says "Can we put green food coloring in the bottles to make green milk today?"

And I said "Green milk?? Yuck! Are you crazy?"

And Mommy said "Oh no, you better not touch those bottles if you know what's good for you!"

I tried very hard not to laugh because Daddy was in trouble.

So I pretended to be interested in something else.

Oh is that my finger??? I wonder what that does?

So Daddy packed up my things for school and we gave Mommy kisses good-bye!

I laughed all the way to school! Silly Daddy!