I’m not much of a prankster, I don’t hide in dark corners and pop out at someone scaring the bejezus out of them, I don’t tell tall stories just to end it with Bazinga…I’m normally the one who is on the receiving end of these little pranks, until now.
While trolling through Pinterest I saw a April Fools joke that I thought was brilliant, mean…but brilliant. I simply had to do it, but wasn’t quite sure who would be the lucky recipient of this April Fools joke. I thought on it for over a month, never “pinning” it on Pinterest because I didn’t want my little plan to somehow lose its silliness.
It wasn’t until I spoke to my daughter Ann, I had mentioned that I was going to make her brother some brownies while he was visiting. “Awww I want some brownies, make me some….PLEEEAASEEE” she said. PERFECT, I couldn’t ask for a better set up; plus she has a good sense of humor and wouldn’t get upset at my little joke. “OK, I will make you some brownies and send them out soon”. I let my son in on the little joke, “she’s going to cry” he said laughing. “Noooo she won’t cry, she may be a little pissed at first but she won’t cry” I told him.
I spent the following evening cutting E’s out of brown construction paper, I placed them in a Tupperware bowl, covered them with tissue paper and placed a little card inside that read,
“April Fools, I hope you like your BROWN E’s , I love you … Mom”.
My prank arrived a couple of days early, last Friday to be exact. This was the first time that I wished “snail mail” would have kept to its true name because my daughter had come down with the flu and was in no mood for jokes.
“I got your package….funny. I was really excited when it came all I wanted was to have some of your brownies but then I cried when I saw it was a joke“
“You cried?” I felt like shit.
“Yeah, I called you a bitch while hugging the toilet” she said….I felt like pond scum, I’m the worse mom ever!!
“Ohhh Nooo, it was supposed to be a joke….I will make you some real brownies!” seriously this is the last joke I will ever pull!! “she cried” I mouthed to my son.
“I don’t think you are a bitch now, I got the joke but I wasn’t feeling good” my daughter said.
Needless to say, this joke was good in theory but maybe I should have done it to my co-workers or even my husband, but now the mommy guilt has set in and I will be sending my daughter a care package full of brownies, cough medicine and maybe some homemade chicken noodle soup.