almost got us, but not quite

The oldest I could have been was eight.

I remember a saw, “blood”, my mom panicking and my dad laughing.

I don’t remember being scared at all. I’m pretty sure I must have known it was a joke, maybe dad included me in on it. I don’t remember that part.

I do remember the joke. Dad scared mom into thinking he hurt himself with the saw out in the front yard.

I’m no longer eight, but I have an eight year old. And an 11 year old. And a 7 year old. Boys. Boys that like to work together. Boys that have discovered April’s Fools Day.

Despite the acting skills of the 8 year old, his older brother’s smile gave it away. This year their attempt was good, but their execution needs a bit of work. I have a feeling next year they will up their game and I’ll be in trouble. I fear for the coming years. I’m thinking some ‘rules’ might be needed…or I am going to have to up my game. I’ll talk to my dad. He can help me out.

What are some of your favorite practical jokes? I need to start filling my arsenal of options!