I got home from work today and after the initial greetings and hugs I noticed L standing sheepishly and Stacy prodding her with a "What do you want to tell him?" Eventually she stepped forward and 'fessed up.
"My skin turned purple," she said.
Concerned, I began looking for exposed bruises and wondering what excuse I was going to have to come up with for child protective services. Then Stacy prodded her surreptitiously again, "What do you want to tell him now?"
L grinned broadly, "Happy Fool's Day!!!"
Pwnd by a 3-year-old.
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