I’m not blogging anymore.
My kids always liked to April Fool me. The one I fell for the most was when Rita rang the doorbell to the front door. When I opened it she was bawling and bent over, spurting, “I stabbed myself…” I could see a pencil stuck through her hand. I about had a heart attack. Rita laughed like a hyena, and shouted, “April Fools!” I wanted to smack her, and probably said, “Don’t you ever do that again. That’s not funny.” But then I started laughing because she did such a realistic rendition of a pencil stabbing.
I don’t remember doing this, but they all told me that one April Fool’s I got them really good. I set all the clocks ahead one hour, then ran into their rooms shouting, “You’re late for school! Hurry up, you gotta catch the bus! I can’t drive you, I have to get to work, hurry!” I gave it my best panicked mother voice. They all jumped up and then I casually told them, “April Fools!” and we all ate breakfast together. You’d think I’d remember such a good prank, but I don’t.