I knew my girls had been plotting to get me this April Fool’s, but I wasn’t too worried. I would just play along, to their great amusement.
I went to pick my daughter up from first grade on Friday. The second she stepped into the car I hear a loud high-pitched scream.
“Mom there’s a spider in your hair!”
“Get it out! Smack it!” I yell in my truly panicked voice.
Apparently my 7-year-old has surpassed me in cleverness.
As you would expect, for the next hour, my two girls and even my 2-year old boy thought it was hilarious to tell me there was a spider crawling on me. I thought it was adorable for the first 15 minutes, then, I was done.
The next morning, my husband made waffles. My girls were eating at the counter. Suddenly, my 5-year-old daughter shrieks, then yells, “Spider!!! There’s a spider on my plate!” Quite a believable performance, but I am still ready to move on from this joke. I casually saunter over to her, not even pretending to believe.