My kids tried to pull quite a few on me today. "Miss Coates, I'm moving to North Carolina." Sure, Sam. "Miss Coates! My sister broke her wrist!" Oh wow kid, big tanker. Good thing you're in second grade or I might not be able to forgive you for that failure. Me? I almost hung all of the art upside-down but that would have been entirely too much work. Maybe next year.
However, I was a proud participant this year in quite the elaborate April Fool's heist. Masterminded and finagled by a one Russ Ramsey, it involved no whoopie cushions (sadly), no Saran Wrap, not even a bucket full of green goo. Only an embarrassed audio book narrator and an arsenal of clever words.
