Mom wants to show off her mad ham baking skillz for Easter, so C is staying over this weekend. (Fecking hell, especially now that I'm not on Moontime and we can finally have sex ... Damn you, mother.) I'm staying in for April Fool's.
One friend got scarred for life when Easter was the week before April Fool's and she got a bunny for Easter, then her dad was bbq'ing some meat on April Fool's and claimed it was her bunny. One of those "Few seconds of laughter for parent, decades of therapy for child" thing.