Z sporting his green Saint Patrick's Day milk moustache, while standing next to our green eggs. The boys suggested I dye the bacon green as well but that seemed like going too far. I don't know when I took up my love for thematic meals and outfits, but boy do I rejoice in them now. I'll be sad when the day comes that Z feels like he's too old and/or cool for all of my holiday hijinks. If I play my cards right (and bribe/threaten him enough) I'm hoping that day won't have to ever come.