My kids love April Fools.
Really, they love getting their parents. It’s this thing that hangs over our household as the day approaches. The wife and I know it’s coming—we just don’t know how, when or in what form. It lingers. It looms. And then …
Because we’re away for the day of April 1, Casey and Emmett attacked today. And it was pretty damn impressive.
Our awareness of the madness really kicked off at 3:15 this morning, when Catherine turned to me in bed and said, “Do you hear something downstairs?” I walked from our bedroom to the hallway, saw a light coming from the kitchen. Groggy, I assumed it was Casey (she’s 14) reading downstairs, unable to sleep. I poked my head in her room—not there. Then I poked my head in Emmett’s room (he’s 11)—also not there.
I returned to the bedroom and said to Catherine, “I think they’re downstairs planning April Fools.”
The little rascals purposefully woke in the middle of the night to bring forth mischief. And, indeed, it was some pretty brilliant shit. First, there’s the above image of what appears to be milk spilled across Catherine’s laptop. The mess is actually glue, created by Emmett and a friend earlier in the week.
Then there’s this …
That’s Catherine’s Hyundai, wrapped in Saran.
I was dazzled. So was the wife.
But, truly, the best came this evening, when my friend Dan sent me a text. I replied, but for some weird reason my words were accompanied by the lyrics to the Kiss song, “Shandi.” I tried replying again—same exact thing.
The four of us were in a room, and I said, aloud, “What the hell is going on here?”
“I’m trying to respond to Dan, but the ‘Shandi’ lyrics keep appearing.”