As I thought about Frank tonight, I remembered this little St. Paddy's tidbit.
And I sighed.
This morning before Kid Writing, we talked about leprechauns, rainbows, pots of gold, and all things Irish.
As Frank added more and more information to the legend of the leprechaun that I’m convinced he gleaned from watching the movie “Chuckie” every weekend, I steered the conversation towards the rainbow.
I asked the children, "If you found a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow what would you do with it?"
Immediately hands flew in the air. After listening to several students, Suzy finally piped in.
"I have been to the end of a rainbow and there's no pot!"
Several students disagreed, but she insisted.
“I have been on a airplane, and I SAW the end of the rainbow. There was definitely no pot.”
And so endeth the lesson.
I didn't realize how much I would miss that little scoundrel.