No wonder we've been having such a string of dumb luck at the cottage, it's because we've got 5-leaf clovers, instead of 4! (sorry for the cruddy photo. My good camera had already been packed away for the boat trip home, so all I had was my cell.)The wee lad found this after complaining about being bored. I suggested he could clean the toilet. When he decided that wasn't a desirable option I told him I'd pay him a dollar for every four-leaf clover he brought me. Within two minutes he showed up with this. "Ah," I said, "I said I'd give you a dollar for every four-leaf clover. This one has five. No deal. Keep looking."
Am I the worst mother ever?
All signs point to yes.
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