Well, late April I went fishing and came back that nite to cook dinner.. I was out of ritz crackers and saltines, so I broke down and used the small contianer of old flour that I hardly used in ages. Well, I , of course used it to cook the fish.. My son comes in from playing outside and had this stupid a.s.s. grine look on his face and didn't say a word when he saw the flour container out.. He kepted hanging out in the kitchen for a while and when I turned he was gone with the Flour Cantainer.. Now the last time the flour disappeared he used it to play Ghost Busters with his friends and he was the floured ghost.. I know there is not enough flour in that container for him to get into that much trouble, so no problem.. Well, at dinner time..We sat down to Tattors and fish, with fresh fruit.. My son is just sitting there looking at the fish and examining it with his fork.. Of course, I'm getting annoyed at this point.. "Stop playing with your fish, believe me it's dead this time".. (Another camping story, fish was alive) He watches me take the first bite and I thought to myself this doesn't taste right.. Not enough salt or something.. My son stands up and yells, "Late April Fools Mom" That is when I realized I have been using the old Flour to powder my legs and arms after the shower.. I am usaully busy in April and don't have time to notice small stupid things like baby powder oders. No Jokes please, this is my life 200 days out of the year. The other 165 I'm just there..
