This is an obvious problem with kids--especially my kids. Vicbowin, who is coming into her own deviousness, had it in her mind to play all sorts of pranks on us. Well, she was really playing them on Ralexwin.
She changed his cell phone's alarm to the middle of the night. She hid his wallet. She giggled in corners and concocted any number of nearly-malicious-all-in-good-fun sort of activities.
I watched gratefully from the sidelines and by the end of the day had completely forgotten that it was even April 1st.
Then I decided I needed to do a grocery run.
Having had sick kids to manage for several days, I admit that I wasn't looking my best on that sunny April afternoon. I had sweats on (albeit brand name) and a tee-shirt (albeit stylish). My hair was pulled into a pony tail that had been slowly slipping out all day creating a natural messy look (does that mean my hair wasn't done?), but I was just running to the store so it shouldn't have been a big deal, right?
I grabbed my purse off its hook and noticed it's startling lack of weight. I peaked inside. I realized that Ralexwin's wallet wasn't the only one she absconded with. I sighed in frustration and went outside to ask Ralexwin where she'd hidden his wallet.
"In her back-pack," was not the answer I was hoping for. The little devil had taken my identity to school with her.
Dang it I hate going to the school in my sweats, and it seems like the only time I ever do.
But I couldn't be mad at her. She was so innocent about it and her face was lit with such concern when I walked into her classroom that all I could think was how grateful I was that I'd checked for my wallet before I went to the store.
Anyway, she got what was coming.
Our old roommate, Elizabeth, came over and rubber banded the kitchen sprayer so that it would turn on as soon as the faucet was used.
Vicbowin didn't think that was as funny as we all did.