It’s April first again. Much to the dread of the family. I love April Fools Day. I dish out pranks pretty well, but I have never enjoyed being on the receiving end. So, as the saying goes, “Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” This year, shame on our boys. They’ve fallen for the same trick, again.
A few years ago, when they were much younger, I took a piece of styrofoam to the bakery and had it decorated to look like a cake. It was beautiful. It had white icing, multi-colored flowers, and piping along the edge. It was truly spectacular. After one of their favorite dinners I asked Cookie to cut pieces of cake for everyone. Goober got out forks, napkins, and plates. He instructed his big brother on how to cut the cake. He also instructed Cookie on which piece of cake he wanted. As cookie was cutting he kept looking up at me and insisting that the cake was “really tough”. When he cut through the first piece, and placed it on his brother’s plate, he cried out, “It’s a fake!” Curious, younger son examined his slice, then he burst into tears. My fatal error that year was that I didn’t have a backup cake. A real cake. Every year, when it gets close to April fools day, they remind me of how mean I was. “That was the stupidest April Fools prank Ever!” they say. I laughed and still laugh about it. As a matter of fact, I’ll be laughing again tonight. I just picked up my two styrofoam cakes at the bakery. Keith and I will have real cake. The boy’s will have foam. This year the edges of the cakes are foam and the center is real. They both like corner pieces. When they storm off to pout Keith and I will cut into the real cake. Sorry boys.
“April 1 This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.” Mark Twain