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I do April Fools Day about every third year. Apathetic otherwise.

It's that third year.

I'm already plotting my revenge for Jackson and Caroline strategically placing ketchup packets under my toilet seat that exploded like fireworks. Good one kids. Watch your backs.

McDesnudo fumed about not having any funny underwear in his drawer upon exiting shower (becuz I hid it). He replies "Is that the best you can come up with?"

Nope.

But the raisin in the toothpaste was the best I could come up with. (or that my cousin Liz came up with last year) Cheers, Lizzy.

But dad blast it all to heck if he didn't use my toothpaste instead. And Caroline looked in her toothpaste and was instantly suspicious of the dark blob. Foiled again. How, oh how, I would have loved to have seen their faces as a brown unidentifiable object popped out of the toothpaste tube and onto their toothbrushes.

I elected to pass on the ol' tired-yet-still-panic-inducing "I'm pregnant" oldie-but-goody that I used in 2001, 04, and 07. No beating that dead horse this year. No sireebob.

Tangerines in the kids' favorite sweetened cereal boxes in lieu of beloved Trix?

Slightly satisfying but still a little weak.

Whole raw mushrooms in Caroline's Happy Meal instead of McNuggets?

Mediocre.

Jackson looking over my shoulder as I write this right now just told me:

"that's just mean, not funny."

My SIL Ashley pulled this gem on her kids this year:

I'll say this much--it involves a diaper and Dinty Moore beef stew. And licking

said Dinty Moore beef stew out of diaper without her kids knowing that

it is indeed just Dinty Moore beef stew. I guess I just told you the entire gig.

I always remember April Fool's Day for a couple of other reasons:

It's my friend Rachelle Szymanski's birthday from the Texas days.

Happy birthday, pal.

And it's also Grandma Dorothy Meyer's birthday, Marc's grandma who I never

had the pleasure of meeting because she passed away over 35 years ago.