Pranks, or Not

This series on youtube may well be the funniest thing I have ever seen :) Number 3 is my favorite (But....if you buy seven completos, it's only seven dollars!). They all absolutely rock. Trust me on this, watch it and you will be hooked.

As most of you know, I live with my daughter (DJ), my son-in-law (SnL) and my little grandson. I'm gonna call him LB for little boy, original, huh?

I've been trying to prank SnL for some time now. I am a useless, but enthusiastic, pranker. I'm even worse when it comes to him. It's like he has this good luck force field around him that turns my efforts to custard every time.

Take yesterday for example:

The morning routine here is for SnL to get up a couple of hours before work and look after LB so that DJ can sleep in. First, I hear the gas heater switch on (you can't miss it, the thing clunks like you wouldn't believe), then a tinny musical version of Clementine starts to play, then there are giggles, games and usually a book reading or two. For some reason, SnL always does his book reading in a Terminator voice. It adds a whole new dimension to Puff the Magic Dragon.

So, yesterday morning, I hear SnL say "I'll be back" and the toilet door closes. I saw an opportunity (I really wish I wouldn't do that).

I creep out of my room, find LB on his playmat and hold my finger to my lips.

His wee arms go out and he yells, "Gnaa! Gnaaa!" (That's me. It's too cute.)

"Shhh!" I tell him as I bend and scoop him up into my arms. We tip toe back into my room, ease the door closed and stand there in the dark giggling. Okay, I was giggling, LB was more like, "eek, it's dark in here Gnaa!" Or he would be, if he could say more than five words.

So, I'm giggling as quietly as I can, waiting for SnL to get back into the living room and discover his beloved son has disappeared. I hear the bathroom door and have to bury my face in LB's chest to smother my giggles and general delight at my own genius (you can probably see why my pranks are rarely successful). 

The footsteps make it to the living roof, there is a bump as SnL sits down beside the fire, and then... nothing.

Does the man not care about his child?

"What do we do now?" I whisper to LB.

He looks confused for a second and then has an idea.

He throws up all down the front of me, missing himself entirely.

"Not what I had in mind," I say.

NOW he laughs.

It doesn't entirely dampen my enthusiasm for my prank, just my pajamas. So we burst out into the living room and find his father stretched out in front of the fire looking really comfortable and not in the slightest bit worried.

"Surprise!" I yell.

He looks over at us. "Oh, you're back."

"But... but... weren't you worried about your son?"

"Not after I heard him yell 'Gna!" and then hear you snickering away in your bedroom, no."

Damn these paper thin walls!

Still, it's not as bad as the time I called out to him from the kitchen that since we live in the same house, it's inevitable that one of these days one of us is going to accidentally catch the other one naked somewhere and to avoid embarrassment we should probably just get it over with.

The point was to horrify him, have him blush and stutter and then me laugh, Ha Ha! and tell him I was only joking.

Imagine my surprise when he calls out in his most enthusiastic voice, "Okay! On my way!" and runs into the kitchen where I am standing, dish towel clamped to my face.

Well played, SnL, well played.

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