It makes sense, he is both Irish and his name is Patrick.
Unlike the town where I went to med school, it is not a day off of work here for him. Sad face. So, he bribed his class for the day with cupcakes commemorating his day.
Therefore, on the way home from the gym, the Child and I bought him an appropriately titled cake. It confused the guys working at the Dairy Queen. My eating a too big piece of it probably cancelled out the 5k we ran.
It made us smile.