We have been planning a camping trip for this weekend for over a month now. We are going with Elizabeth's family, and the plan is to cram all ten of us (4 adults and 6 six kids) into this cabin:
|Not our original cabin, but it is now. |
It's a long story that involved me sweating bullets
yesterday for about two hours.
And with all the kids asleep in one house, the adults can stay up carousing after we wear their little rugrat asses out.
There's a nice kitchen with a fridge to store my hummus.
And, there's a fire pit for hotdog and marshmallow roasting.
Everyone is excited . . . for different reasons.
The boys are pumped up about all the fishing they are going to do.
The girls are excited to wear their new sunglasses.
But, Elizabeth and I are excited because a dream of ours (much like the Waffleballs food truck) is to jointly own a gigantic pontoon boat.
Everyone laughs at us when we talk about it, but we don't care. We don't need no stinking big-time ski boat or immaculate house boat to make us happy. We aren't too cool for a good old-fashion party barge. The double-wide of the boating world is right up our alley (Awesome Jeff and EZ-GO Joe don't always agree). But, to humor us this weekend, for about 2 hours we will rent one and pretend that we own it. Elizabeth can be the Skipper and I'll be Gilligan. Or, more likely, she can be MaryAnn and I'll be
Of course, we have been menu planning all week. And, we do have some post-Lenten treats in mind. I'm planning on making these Oreo stuffed chocolate chip cookies on Saturday:
I'm not crawfishing on the whole sugar-free thing. Not at all. But after 40 days of being sugar-free, I'm considering this trip to be a special occasion. Furthermore, I think its a good experiment. I have a suspicion that my cleansed, healthy, sugar-free system will be whipsawed by these delicious little morsels. I bet I will make myself sick and be cured of any desire to revert to my previous sugar-gorging ways.
But, I digress because as the title suggests, this post is about the little April Fool's joke we played on the kids.
As I said, everyone is really excited about the "camping" trip. The kids, especially, are beside themselves. And, that's where the April Fool's joke comes in.
On Sunday, we were driving back from Tulsa, and I said to Awesome Jeff, "we should really play a trick on the boys." We thought for a while and were having trouble coming up with anything that wasn't just terribly cruel (we had some awesome ideas, but the cost of putting the kids in therapy just wasn't worth it). Then, Awesome Jeff said, "we should tell them that we aren't going camping."
It went like this:
Drama: [now stomping angrily in circles around the back porch]: We have to go. I can't believe this.
Tiny Princess: Vroooooooom. [pretending to drive her Barbie jeep and oblivious to the whole conversation]
Awesome Jeff: Mom, do you have anything to add?
Both of us together: Booyah, April Fool's. We are just kidding. We are going camping.
And, then Drama looked at us like he might punch us in the face and ran away.