Prankster Fesses Up to Past Pranks and Jokes
Yearly Jokes
It’s time I
atoned for my past April 1st sins
over the last thirty years and
that’s too bad, I had a lot of fun
playing practical jokes on my
husband and two daughters. I decided
to think of some loving ways to
celebrate April Fools Day for my
grandchildren but couldn’t help
silently (and sometimes out loud)
chuckling over my past bad behavior.
There was the year
when I cut out circles of muslin
cloth, dipped in pancake batter and
put them on the griddle. No one
could cut through the pancakes and I
just couldn’t contain myself with
giggles. Then there was the time my
two daughters were little (ages 4
and 6) and I let them fix their own
cereal with lots of milk and sugar,
they were in heaven. Then I told
them they were having a contest to
see who could finish their cereal
first. On your mark… get set… GO! Oh
how mean I was because the sugar was
really salt. Okay, so that’s an old
prank but they didn’t know it.
One year, I let
the family have all-you-can-eat,
make-your-own ice cream sundae… yes,
shaving cream instead of whipped
cream. Hey, the ice cream was real!
Another year, I set the alarm clock
for one minute passed midnight so it
was April 1st. The alarm went off,
my husband got up, shaved, showered
and then came back to the bedroom to
get dressed, checked the clock and,
well, he didn’t talk to me for two
weeks (My girlfriend did the same
thing and her husband got up, made
himself lunch, showered and then
discovered what time it was as he
drank a cup of coffee, they got a
divorce years later but no proof
this was the cause).
As I got older,
the tricks got better; we won’t even
go there. However, the very last
trick I ever pulled on my family
made me promise myself to atone for
my wickedness. That prank backfired
and I was the April Fool!
I got up extra
early that last April 1st morning
and smeared honey on the toilet
seat. Wouldn’t you know it, my
husband didn’t use the toilet as
usual and nothing happened. With the
usual hectic pace of the morning
getting the children ready for
school, I forgot about it. I went up
to talk to my husband while he
shaved and it became a long
discussion about something or other.
YEP, you guessed it. I sat down on
that toilet seat and became glued to
the sticky rim. Serves me right you
say? I have to agree.
My two daughters
are now grown and mothers with their
own children. They are much nicer, I
have to admit. And because they are
“my” grandchildren, I wouldn’t think
of inflicting such torture.
What could I do
that is a loving celebration of
April First… so this year, I’m going
to tell my grandchildren that I’m
picking them up after school because
they all have dentist appointments,
then taking them straight to a
restaurant for ice cream! Or if they
spend the night before at my house,
I’ll make them pizza for breakfast
and waffles (with lots of “real”
whipped cream) for dinner.
….OR I could bet
them that they can’t jump over a
stuffed animal that’s in the middle
of the floor and when they take the
dare, I’ll move that little old
stuffed animal into a corner of the
room. I’m trying to reform, honest!
Mary Ann from www.ThePartyWorks.com
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