When I was young every St. Patrick's Day a leprechaun would come to our house and leave a treasure for us to find. A leprechaun came to visit Zac too. I explained that we were going to play a game. While he was hunting down the clues for the treasure hunt he would run down the hall yelling "A game! A game!"
He couldn't reach most of the clues, but he gave it a shot.
He got a kick out of reading the clues himself. It didn't really work that well.
With help from his dad he found the treasure.
I love it!
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