At dinner, Chase whisper’s rather loudly into Ryder’s ear, “Ryder
you are cute.” He pauses and then continues, “April Fool’s.”
Without even taking his eyes off of his plateful of store brand
macaroni and cheese, he punches Chase right in the face.
Chase then cried into his macaroni and cheese. And I just kept eating my grown-up pot-roast
from across the table. Mainly because it
seemed like the situation had already worked itself out and there was no need for me to
cry into an already perfectly salted pot-roast.
Also,
Ryder learned about April Fool’s Day in school and decided
to play a prank on me.
Ryder yells from on top of his thrown in his bathroom: “Mom,
I’m done. Come wipe me.”
Me: *Walks into the bathroom.*
Ryder: “I’m not done.”
Me: *Walks out of the bathroom.*
Ryder: “I’m done.”
Me: *Walks into the bathroom.*
Ryder: “I’m not done.”
Me: *Walks back out of the bathroom.*
Ryder: “April fool’s. I’m actually done.”
I walk back into the bathroom and bend down next to Ryder
with a wad of toilet paper in my hand to help him wipe and he asks me, “Mom, do
you have a great life?”
Me: “Well buddy, great isn’t the describing word I would use
right now.”
Ryder: “I’m funny.”
Me: *Signs to herself and thinks: I thought parenting would
be better than this.*
