April Fool's Day....

and I am lame.  I did absolutely nothing.  I looked all over the internet and found nothing that I had the energy to do.  What kind of mother am I that I didn't play some mean joke on my kids?  They got nothing.  A big fat zero.  There was barely even a nod to the most famous of April days.  I did inform them of the gravity of today and Jake instantly told me I had a spider in my hair.  Terrifying!  I remember the days when I was a girl and we would put the rubber band around the sink sprayer so whomever turned it on would get doused with water.  Who am I kidding?  It happened on other days as well.  Or the days when someone would leave their underwear in the bathroom and we would hang it outside on the mailbox to teach them a lesson. But that wasn't in April either.  Or when we would stack the garbage so high that if someone misplaced an item it would send the whole thing toppling over.  (This is Reed's greatest pet peeve by the way).  But, alas, that happened most days.  So remembering back over a lifetime of April Fool's Days I cannot remember doing anything spectacular.  I hope that means that I am compassionate to the feelings of others and not some boring sap.  But I think not.  There is still time.  Maybe I will go short sheet the beds.  Then again, maybe not.  I would just have to remake them.  See previous post on my feelings about that.