Emma and Andrew made tree ornaments at preschool. They painted the inside of plastic ornaments, and then adorned the outside of it with a little picture of themselves. It's one of those things you treasure as a parent, but in ten years the kids will say, "Why the f*&# do you still have this crap?"
Emma opened up her ornament and gave it a big smell. She went to Andrew and said, "Andrew! Smell this. It smells sooooo good!"
So Andrew smelled the ornament and commented, "Ewww. This smelly!"
And Emma pointed her finger at Andrew and laughed and laughed and laughed. Andrew was punked!
I think this is the first time either of the kids played a practical joke without being told what to do by one of us. And by one of us, I mean me.
Is it wrong to be proud of Emma for pulling one over on Andrew? Or should I be scared that this is the first of many practical jokes that are going to occur in the Ichikawa house? I think the latter. As a precaution, I have locked away all peanut brittle/snake cans, fake puke, and fake poop. Except for that one little piece of poop that was actually Andrew's, but that's for another blog entry...
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