i've decided that i'm not only quitting this blog, but i'm going to delete the whole thing from the blogosphere forever.
yesterday, s was all about tomorrow being april fools day. she went on and oN AND ON! about the tricks she was going to play on us... spiders crawling in the hair and the whole kindergarten nine yards. she plotted and schemed, and kept asking how much longer until she could fool us.
normally we forget the holiday entirely at our house, but since she had made such a big deal out of it, i suppose it was on our minds. while the kids were sitting on the sofa watching cartoons and eating pillsbury cinnamon rolls this morning, t walked up to s and said, "OH MY GOSH! I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A HUGE TICK IN MY LIFE AND IT'S CRAWLING ON YOUR FOREHEAD" to s. her face flushed, she looked entirely panicked, and you could almost see as the sweat beads began to form on her pretty little brow. "HOLD ON! LET ME GET IT OFF!" he hollered at her as she flinched.
"APRIL FOOL!" he blared, right at the same moment that she burst, wailing, into uncontrollable tears. i was laughing through my own tears as i held and rocked her, soothing that it was okay, it was just a joke. bad parents! bad, BAD parents!
she and i plotted how to get daddy back, and h in the process. when they came in from outside, she bounced up to them with a big grin and blurted, "I BROKE YOUR NEW REMOTE CONTROL DALEK! (a dalek is a robot totalitarian from bbc's hit show "dr who" that both our boys are nuts for)" daddy obviously knew it was a joke, so he made a big deal out of it, but poor h was in the background, his face crumpling.
"APRIL FOOL!" shouted s as h finally caught on and daddy declared how well she had "gotten" him. a minute later, she climbed up in my lap and said," mommy? do you promise you won't tell daddy something?" "of course i won't tell him, honey," i cajoled (i'll just post it on the internet for the entire world to see). "what is it?" she started to cry as she said, "when i told daddy about the dalek, i thought i was going to get in TROUBLE!" boo-hoo-hoo.
what a mess! i'm not sure we're quite ready for celebrating april fools day at our house. we'll try it again in 5 years and i'll let you know how it goes.
p.s. she got her hair put in french braids as a special treat for tolerating our bad parenting, so now she's bubbly again.