Fooled

I've never been a fan of April Fool's Day.  Don't get me wrong I love a great joke, but as a teacher this day consists of repeatedly hearing "Your shoe's untied!" and "There's a spider on your back!"
Of course like a good teacher, I play along and turn around to look for the terrible spider.  "Haha you got me!" 

And then it happens... 
Suddenly there's a snake behind your back, and bug, and a lizard, and a vampire, and a mummy, and a ghost, and everything scary that exists in the universe.  Ugh.  The balancing act between not crushing their little spirits and not losing your sanity (a fine line).

So needless to say, when I heard my daughters last night giggling about April Fool's Day plans I groaned inside.  The next morning I woke up, got ready for work, and waited for whatever they had in store.  Nothing happened.  'Great! Maybe they forgot,' I thought.  We went to school, came home for the evening, and still nothing.  I tucked them into bed, said prayers, and exhaled.  Whew!

Around 9:30 I headed upstairs to get ready for bed.  I pulled my hair out of a sloppy pony tail and reached for my hairbrush...

Seriously?!?  My little stinkers had replaced my styling products and tools with American Girl DOLL styling toys!  Toys!  My real hairbrush and squirt bottle were nowhere to be found.  

Having now been in bed for an hour, I couldn't wake up the girls up to get my stuff back.  I was stuck brushing my hair with a doll hairbrush (oh yes, I really did use it).  I was in awe of how clever my little 8 & 9 year-olds could be.  I was also pretty proud as I realized they are inheriting a bit of their mama's sense of humor (remember Sushi Palace?).  

Well played girls.  

Pulling one over on your mom~ Lovely.