~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. 48. Leprechaun “Want to be a lepcan for Divya’s party, mama,’’ five year old Adi announced to his mother as he sat on the kitchen counter snacking on a scone covered in a healthy dollop of grape jam. “A what?” Indira Rehman asked curiously. “A lepcan.’’ “I have no idea what that is, Adi.’’ “A lepcan,” the boy tried again. ‘’Dad showed me a picture of one in the book he was reading to me.’’
“He means a leprechaun,’’ Saieed Rehman said with a laugh from the doorway. “That’s a great idea, Adi! You’ll definitely win a prize for the best costume.’’ |