April Fools

Yesterday, as I was teaching a violin lesson, a five and a half foot tall creature meandered into the room.  It looked like Pikachu.  It stared at me and then wandered off.  A few minutes later, a three-foot tall Luigi walked in.  It paused for a few seconds, and then like the Pikachu, wandered off.  I wondered what these creatures were doing in my house.

Five minutes later, they reappeared, this time with orange jack-o-lanterns in their hands.  The Pikachu spoke.  "We're going trick-or-treating."  I recognized that voice.  It belonged to one of my offspring. The female one.

"Excuse me," I said.  "It's not Halloween. I think you're a little confused."

"We're not confused." the Luigi said.  "We're playing an April Fools joke."

I looked at that boy.  "It's not April Fools, either."

"That's the point," my daughter said.  "We're going to mess with everyone's heads.  They won't know if it's Halloween, April Fools, or just the first day of Spring!" 




Before I go, I just have to share some exciting news with you.  My book, That Mama is a Grouch, is a 2013 Mom's Choice Award silver recipient!    (And that's no joke!)