No Laughing Matter: #48 Leprechaun

The nurse by the window tapped her foot impatiently. “I don’t know why people think jokes are appropriate here,” she muttered to herself. She’d been at this particular rant for a while, and the two new fathers glanced at her nervously and then back at the endless cots of new babies.

The nurse paced a bit until it became clear no help was coming. She hurried out of the nursery, muttering about people swapping out babies for leprechauns. “Ah so,” the other father began. “Which one is yours?”

Ted Tonks pointed to the fluff of green hair proudly. “The leprechaun.”