{more chaos} Where are the Rules?

My friend Barbara (who is now private, or I would give you a link) wrote this great post about how all parents need to get together and come up with a rules governing Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy, etc. We could then all be on the same page and that tiny part of life wouldn't be so confusing to our kids (and us). Well, I have do ditto her post. I got sideswiped this week and I have this little green man to thank...
I didn't grow up really celebrating St. Patrick's Day. My mother, who has decorations for every holiday, doesn't own a decorative shamrock. We celebrated by wearing green and pinching each other when someone didn't have green because he or she wasn't yet dressed for the day. This is pretty much the same course I've taken with my own kids.
I really thought making sure everyone--including Squiggle--was dressed in green was my only motherly duty for St. Patrick's Day. I WAS WRONG!
First Buddy came home from preschool and was telling us how a boy in his class had beans in his shoes and some candy loot from a leprechaun. "Oh, that's fun," was all I said. Then Lulu came home from school with stories of leprechauns leaving gold coins and other candy at some of her friends houses. A leprechaun had also wreaked havoc on her classroom because apparently leprechauns are ma-chee-ous (mischievous). She wants to know why the leprechaun missed our house. Me scrambling: "Maybe because you didn't leave any gold out for him." You guessed it--the next night Lulu & Buddy made leprechaun traps complete with gold foil and generic Wheaties (give me a break, it is the only cold cereal we had) as bait.
The next morning they ran to their traps and found the leprechaun had indeed visited, but since he is so ma-chee-ous he could not be caught and left their traps filled with beans and a note saying, "you can't catch me!". Pretty clever, right? I didn't have to run to the store while they were sleeping and buy candy, just dumped in the beans and wrote a note. Okay, now I'm a good St. Patty's Day Mom--right? Wrong, I made another mistake. When I read the note to Lulu she said, "It's in English? I didn't think leprechauns spoke English, they are from another country...I don't remember what it's called." "Ireland, they are from Ireland and they speak English there, just like we do," I quickly retorte. "Well, the leprechaun that visited my school didn't speak English and my teacher had to tell us what the note said, because she speaks that language," Lulu returns. Silence from me. I refuse to carry on a drawn-out conversation about a LEPRECHAUN! I'm dropping this whole leprechaun thing and refuse to worry about it until March 2010. I need to know where the rules on St. Patty's Day are kept, so I can refer to them before that time. My kids are only getting smarter and I'm, well, let's just say I'm not keeping up.