Yesterday was the first day of April, or as I would rather call it, March 32nd. I am not really a big fan of the pranks and jokes and general tomfoolery that accompany this particular calendar day. I never remember that it is April Fool’s until it is too late and by then I have fallen for a handful of pranks completely, thus becoming a literal fool (archaic: a person who is duped). Or, I see right through people’s trickeration and have to pretend. So, nope. I’m not really a fan.
But my kids are a whole different story.
A few years ago Kid B contributed to this blog by posting about her favorite pastime… pranking her siblings (Kid B Uses Her Powers For Evil). Kid C, Kid D, and Kid E seem to have gone the way of Wazaah, so they spent a good part of yesterday afternoon hiding each other’s shoes and pillows. It was all very
annoying, especially at bedtime harmless and funny and made everybody giggle. Even I couldn’t keep my icy heart from melting each and every time I heard Kid D yell out “APRIL FOOL’S!” followed by a giant guffaw. He was on a roll by dinnertime.
Sheepdog had ridden his bike to work yesterday, so he came in through the basement workshop and not the kitchen door when he got home last night. He showered first and then joined us for dinner. When he came upstairs, he had the remnants of panic smeared across his face. Then he greeted us with, “Are you TRYING to kill me?”
Apparently, the pranksters got to him too.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…