Luck o' th' Irish

As far as I know, my ancestors were primarily English, Scotch-Irish, and German. If I remember correctly, the Ex's ancestors were French-Canadian, Polish, Danish, and German. Since we're pretty much generic Americans, you'd think it would be a sure thing that we'd produce pretty much American kids with a standard Heinz 57 trans-European heritage, like a lot of other Americans. And we did.

Except for Lovely Daughter.

As a young teen, she latched on to the words "Irish" and "French" and decided that's what she was. I think the primary factor was that she looks Irish, and what young teen girl wouldn't want to be French? Très romantique!

It didn't matter that she is half as (Scotch-)Irish as I am and half as French(-Canadian) as her father. Nor did it matter that 'Scotch-Irish' refers to primarily Scottish and English folks who migrated to Ireland then to America, so there may be little to no actual Irish-ness involved.

She declared herself Irish, and it was so. And now, every March 17th I wonder how many green beers are bought for my wee Irish-ish lass.

Sláinte! Éirinn go Brách!