We had impromptu April Fools' Day actions that started with me wondering what I could do while I was lying in bed first thing and Andy was fetching a cup of tea. It's amazing how many sick ideas come into your head; ideas that could actually cause distress if my acting were maintained and not destroyed by succumbing to the urge to giggle. The sick ones were rejected and I came up with jamming my hand in the gap between the bottom of the radiator and the futon.
'Help Andy, I don't know how I did it but my hand has become stuck, I think I need you to move the futon down if I have a chance of getting it out.' I had him showing concern for all of three seconds. Then he said, 'April Fool' and I wasn't sure if it was an accusation or an indication that he hadn't been fooled. Still - it had worked a tiny bit.
Then we plotted to trick our ten year old daughter. We brainstormed and came up with this idea: it is performing arts week in her school, so we clained to have read a letter that said she needed to take a toy sword to school. We had this ridiculous sword all lined up and everything. Imagine her turning up at school with the toy sword and asking what it was for and then it dawning on her she had been an April Fool. However, she's smart and bombarded us with questions about the letter, about the sword and about how she had managed not to have heard of this and Andy cracked and giggled. Boo.
He did stall her for a while with a story abut her not being able to use the front door because the hinges were dodgy. But then she just opened the door and left for school. Smart cookie kids are no fun!