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Yesterday, we were enjoying a lovely Sunday afternoon. I was busy wrapping a few gifts. Christina's 26th birthday is Thursday and we were having her birthday dinner that night. I almost always wrap gifts in my bedroom, and this was no different. Elisabeth was sitting on my bed chatting and helping wrap when she received a text message.

"Mom, did you talk to Christopher?"

"No, why?"

"You mean you didn't get a text message from him?"

"Well, I don't know. I don't carry my phone from room-to-room. Do you know something that I should know?"

"He just sent me a text that reads 'Sweet! My car was just totaled."

"What?" I ran to find my phone. Sure enough. There was the same text message. I quickly sent him the same response I'd given Elisabeth: "What?"
I didn't wait even a second and sent him a second message, "Call me." Then I wondered what I was doing sending text messages. For all I knew he was standing in the middle of the road with his car in a million pieces. Was he ok? He should probably be checked out at the hospital anyway. I dialed his number.

"Hi mom, what are you doing?"

"Well, wrapping presents for your sister's birthday dinner. You know her birthday is this Thursday. So what is going on??????"

Silence.

Then laughter.

"April Fools Mom!"

I told him he really had me going and then he made me promise to not give it away since he'd sent that text message to everyone.

"Did you send it to Lauren?" (That is his girlfriend.)

"No, I really wanted to still be alive tomorrow." (Smart man.) It's a good thing he is a thousand miles away.

The funniest part was when Hilary came up the stairs asking about this mysterious message. I am NOT a good liar, so I sent her to ask her father. He had not seen the message. His first response was, "I sure hope it wasn't his fault." He went back outside to finish up the yard work. We watched from the window as his phone rang. Christopher was calling to finish up the fool's business. After a few moments we saw Michael burst into laughter with threats of getting even next year.

Ahhhh...we have a whole year to plan our revenge. Feel free to share your ideas.