Being the 17th of March, I would be remiss if I didn’t have an Irish story for St. Patrick’s Day.
Seamus had long heard the stories of an amazing family tradition. It seems that his father, grandfather and great-grandfather had all been able to walk on water on their 18th birthday.
On that special day, they’d each walked across the lake to the pub on the far side for their first legal drink.
So when Seamus’ 18th birthday came around, he and his friend Paddy, took a boat out to the middle of the lake. Seamus stepped out of the boat and nearly drowned! Paddy just barely managed to pull him to safety.
Furious and confused, Seamus went to see his grandmother. “Grandmother,” he asked, “Tis me 18th birthday, so why can’t I walk across the lake like me father, me grandfather and his father before him?”
Granny looked deeply into Seamus’ troubled blue eyes and said, “Because ye father, ye grandfather and ye great-grandfather were all born in December, when the lake is frozen, and ye were born in August, ya bloomin’ idiot!”
Keep your fork