A little Irish

So I'm Mexican. Mexican-American. Whatever. And Jimmy is Irish. Irish-American. Again, whatever. That makes Animalia half Mexican, half Irish. I've been thinking about this.

It's going to be very easy for Animalia to know she's Mexican. We live in Tucson, AZ. An hour away from the border with Mexico. We speak Spanish to her. Well, everyone minus her Da does. Etc, etc. But how will she know she's Irish? Her Da grew up on the south side of Chicago, surrounded by Irish-Americans and ACTUAL PEOPLE FROM IRELAND, imagine that. He knew girls who took Irish dance classes after school. Etc, etc.

So we took the Animalia to her first St. Patrick's Day parade. She wore a white tshirt with a glittery green shamrock on the front, green longsleeve onesie, denim shorts, black and white striped legwarmers, and socks with shamrocks. She looked pretty hilarious. It was great until it got cold and rainy. Next year we'll take her to St. Patrick's Mass too. I think we'll sign her up for Irish dance when she's old enough too. Cultural identity made easy.