Trick's aren't all that funny to some people

My son had an absolute blast yesterday for April fool's day. I think he got all his friends and me as well. Telling people their flies were down as they came out of the bathroom and that their shoelaces were untied at the playground was a lot of fun for him at school. The worst, though, he saved for me. I was at the church preparing for a meeting when my oldest and one of his friends needed to go to the bathroom. They went and took their younger siblings with them down the hall. When he came back I asked if everything went ok, he whispered in my ear "yeah, but the worst part was that jc (what he calls his younger brother) pooped and didn't wipe his bottom". I immediately said "What!". Oh no, I thought. He was in his swimming trunks ready for swimming lessons so a million thoughts ran through my head "how am I going to clean that up?; what am I going to say to my husband who is on his way to take them to swimming?" As my mind was swirling, my son grinned and yelled "April fools!!!" I could have killed him. He gets this horrible character trait from his father. On my drive home late last night from my meeting, I remembered a time when my husband and I were first married. I went from living with my parents to married and living with him, so I was not used to being by myself. Unfortunately for us, my husband's job required travel, so from the time we were first married he was gone from Sunday night to Friday night. One Friday I came home from work around 6:30 p.m. and was expecting him around 8:30 p.m. or so. I walked through our apartment like I always did, checking under every bed, behind every door and shower curtain. It was a routine I had and I couldn't relax until it was done and I was sure no one was in our apartment. Now, I never expected to ever find anyone, it just made me feel better. So on this particular night, I went through the apartment and finished up in our bedroom, looking under our bed. Much to my horror, this time when I checked, there was a man. He was quietly waiting under our bed for God know's what. After my immediately shock wore off, I realized it was my husband. He still to this day thinks it was funny. I, however, do not. I still hold that over his head whenever I want new clothes.