Yes, I said dodgeball.
What? You don't dress your kids up like leprechauns and set them loose on a gym floor, ready to pummel the heck out of the competition?
Well....you're not living, my friend.
This evening, I did just that; I handed out hats and shamrock-themed bling, paid the $15 entry fee for my team, and then sat back and watched my boys win the championship.
Then, we danced an Irish jig in celebration.
Ok, I'm totally kidding about the dancing part.