This morning I roused the 10 year old out of bed with an attention-grabber. "Hey, you'll never guess what I saw in the backyard this morning." "What?" she asks.
"You won't believe it!"
"A mountain lion!"
"REALLY?!" She's going for it lock, stock and barrel.
"Remember a few weeks ago when a mountain lion was sighted in some of the neighborhoods? Well, it was in our backyard. It was so scary!"
"Why didn't you get me up? I would have wanted to see it!" Maddie is fully engaged.
"April Fools!" I exclaim, bursting her bubble.
"Ohhhh! That's mean!" She plops back down into bed, pulling the covers over her.
Since I was a small girl, April Fools Day has been a big day in our house. My mom was the master of making jokes, putting baggies of dry dog food in our lunch and even making cardboard frosted sheet cakes for my dad to share with his co-workers. I like to think that I carry on the tradition in our house with my own children joining in the fun. Two years ago, my son Nick put saran wrap underneath the cap of my shampoo bottle and mixed flour and water to make it look like milk in his sister's cereal bowl. Then, Maddie switched the cereal in the boxes, so that when the other kids poured out Fruity Pebbles, they received Reese's Puffs instead.
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