Ism of the Week

Yesterday for April Fool's Day, I briefly considered putting out spaghetti with meatballs for breakfast, but considering the boys' loose grasp on the concept (see Cael's "fooling" plans in 2013 and 2012) I dished out cereal and opted instead to warn them of possible pranks.

"Hey guys, do you remember about April Fool's Day?"

"Yeah, Mom.  You trick people."

"Well, yes, but not mean tricks, just silly stuff."

"Like if I told everyone I was a girl?"

"While that wouldn't really hurt anyone, I don't think it would work too well.  It's pretty obvious that you're a boy."

"Well then, what?"

"You don't have to trick anyone today, Cael.  But just watch out, because some of your friends might be silly with you today."

"Okay."

Up until that point, Graham had been uncharacteristically quiet, or perhaps characteristically confused because he hadn't been totally listening.

"Got it, Grammy?"

"Yeah.  Now it's April.  You're a fool."

On to Easter.