Tuesday, April 01, 2003

April Fools day has come again, and the jokes are becoming more subtle. The e-mail I sent out this morning caught a few people. I had to put up with the junior jokesters back at the house this morning. Banana got me with a few tricks - she took all the hanging clothes out of my closet, hid all my t-shirts, even made a lovely concoction of fake dog vomit in the tiles of the downstairs bathroom.

Banana was taunting me too, telling me how badly she was going to get me and how she couldn't be "got." Well, you can't throw down a gauntlet like that in front of a master jokester (and black belt in Tickle Fu) and expect to emerge unscathed. I caught her unawares with a casual mention of swim lessons (a dreaded event for her) starting this evening instead of afterschool playtime. She fell for it. It doesn't sound like much, but there were howls of protest until the gag was revealed.

Poor kid. She didn't know who she was messing with.

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