My youngest is little. And she looks like an angel. This is important to the story.
Mother's Day, she looks up at me and asks, "Could we get some Oreo cookies? And some toothpaste? And take the cookies apart and scrape away the cream and put in the toothpaste and give them to (big brother and father) and yell, 'April Fools!'"
"But," I said, "it's not April Fools day anymore."
"I know." A big grin. "That will make it even more of a surprise. They won't be expecting it."