My Little Jokester

This morning, Laura asked me to pour bowls of cereal for us both. 
She was insistent that it be me who does the pouring.  I protested at
the oddity of the request but quickly dismissed my hesitations.  I have
such a short memory for things like this, and since I was hungry, I went
to the kitchen to "make" breakfast.

Hmm, that’s weird, I thought
as I took out Laura’s Corn Bran and found my Honey Bunches of Oats
stuffed inside.  Who did that?  Who does a thing like that, I thought, my mind’s paranoia engine at full throttle.  Let’s see
what’s inside the Honey Bunches of Oats box then.  Well, will you look
at that, there’s the Corn Bran.  Someone switched them.  Who does
that?  Can’t they read?  

I was seriously shaking my head at the insanity of switching the cereals’ contents.  Was the universe screwing with me? 

Will this mystery haunt me for all the days of my life?  Just as I was set to call 911 and report a cereal "incident," Laura breezed into the kitchen with a wry smile.

"Hey hon, did you notice that the cereals were switched?  That was Olaia.  She wanted to trick you for April Fools."

"Oh
that little girl," I said, smiling.  "That is just too cute."  I
imagined her sneaking out this morning, carefully switching the
cereals, and then informing her mommy.

"Mommy, you have to tell
Daddy to pour the cereal this morning, okay.  I switched them for April
Fool’s.  You have to make sure Daddy does it, okay."

"Okay," her mommy replied.

And there you go.  That’s how Daddy fell for an April Fool’s joke on April Fool’s Day.  You got me. 🙂