Although I’m generally not regarded as an unintelligent individual, my cognitive juices are quite viscous in the early morning hours. And this morning, my daughter, streaking like a supernova through the darkness, shattered my slumbering serenity as she burst into the room and leaped onto the bed.

“Hey Dad! You’re about to throw up!”

Bewildered and dazed, I somnolently halfway agreed; the thought of waking up before 6:30 is kind of nauseating for me…but then came the punchline:

“April Fools!” she exclaimed, followed by uproarious laughter. “Oh man, I got you SO GOOD!”

And then she rattled off a stream of additional “April Fools” pranks along with other assorted topics, including, but not limited to:

-Bedwetting (way too realistic)

-An exploding alarm clock

-The Apostle Peter

-Baby teeth, a giant spider, and a car wash

As I attempted to process this deluge of proverbial April Showers after being pounded by “pranks,” she gave me a hug and said, “I love you Dad…for real! NOT April Fools!”

And now I can’t wipe the foolish grin off of my face…Happy April 1st!