It's a little shocking to me that it's been over 3 months since I posted here. Christmas always comes and screws things up. Sheesh.
Today is April Fool's Day. This morning, my husband woke me by telling me I had a booger on my face. He knows I don't like to share my bodily excretions with him (I wish he felt the same), so I bolted upright in bed, frantically wiping at my face, trying to remove the offending blob. I jumped up and raced to the bathroom so I could do booger-control in private. There was a small sleepy part of me that believed if it just dissapeared, it would erase the image of it from his mind permanently.
When he yelled, "April Fools!" through the door, I stopped dead in my tracks. Not cool, honey. So not cool. I will be plotting my revenge while you are at work, merrily pranking your co-workers with stink bombs.
I decided it would be cute to teach my 3 year old the idea behind traditional April Fool's pranks. I explained, I gave examples - I even made suggestions. I gave her the brilliant idea to tell Daddy that there's a spider on his back when he gets home. I'm such a prankster. So, I thought it was cute, until it backfired.
"Mommy, there's a spider on your back."
Of course, I went through all the motions of pretending shock, jumping around, begging her to get it off, etc. while she laughed hysterically and did her happy dance. Unfortunately, she really caught on quickly.
"Mommy, there's a frog on your back."
"Mom, there's a banana on your back."
"Mom, there's a diaper on your head."
"Mom, there's poopy on your leg." This one was actually true, thank you Abby and your leaky diaper.
It's going to be a very, very long day.
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