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I’ve been playing at April Fools since my daughter was a toddler; a whim turned tradition and the one day a year my children expect me to be purely foolish. For all the days I mask a smile at their mischief, it has become an excuse for me to play at foolery.

The first year it was a savory meatloaf shaped into a curious cake with tinted mashed potatoes and a catsup smile. Subsequent years the surprises were only sweet; there was a frozen kid’s meal replaced with faux fish sticks and the year I splurged on chop sticks for candy sushi (the kids’ favorite), grilled cheese that you couldn’t tell was an imposter and an unfortunate lasagna that photographed better than it tasted.

Over the years April Fools have evolved to accommodate early morning surprises, juice that was jello or spoons frozen in a cold bowl of cereal. There was the time my husband “surprised” me with iced coffee in a warm to-go cup and I, to my daughter’s delight, masterfully spit the contents in an unladylike fashion.

This morning my sleepy (unsuspecting) teen and preteen woke to cereal in a (sanitized) dog bowl and snacks shaped like bones.

The day is not done and we’ve one meal to go; I’m working on a cookie pizza for dinner.

Wishing everyone sweet surprises and frivolous fun!