shizzle? what?! it's 8 in the morning! why would he be here?
i tell him i'm getting dressed and i'll be down in a sec. i pull on my new old navy shirt, and as i descend the stairs my dad glances at me, a huge smirk on his face.
"april fools!"
he then proceeds to burst into giggles, my mother joining him from her toilet seat in the bathroom, where she's taking a dump. i groan and laugh it off, though i pretend i'm not amused.
"how could you do this to me? i'm sick! have you no mercy?"
i cough for effect.
my dad says, "aw c'mon, this is the mildest i could do... get over yourself you big baby."
