There is one day a year when you can trust nothing and no one.
At least until noon.
And that is April Fool’s Day, which as you’ve most likely worked out, coincides this year with Easter Sunday.
I am sure there are a lot of parents out there having fun fiddling around, wrapping tiny tears of foil around grapes, in place of Easter eggs.
I learnt cynicism before I learnt the alphabet, and as such have always prided myself on not being lured in to April Fool’s gaffes.
This is not a trait I inherited from my mother. Adorably gullible at the best of times, her guard completely falls away on April 1.
As a child in country Victoria, the local radio station was particularly good at winding up its listeners with pranks.
One April 1, they spun a yarn about a flock of endemic birds that had broken into a pub in the town over from us, and had pecked their way into the beer kegs.
The birds – malleefowl – were resultingly drunk, and police had been called to the pub to help get them under control.
Mum was halfway to the car to drive to Nhill when I reminded her of the date.
Then there was the year that UFOs had supposedly landed on the ground of the MCG. Again, Mum put her palm to her face.
As I grew into my teenage years, I played the odd prank on her myself – my favourite was hiding her orthopedic shoes in the freezer. The repercussions from that one made darn sure that was my last prank.
A 30-second scan of Wikipedia doesn’t reveal an exact source of the April Fool tradition, so I guess we will never know for sure where it started.
In an age where there’s “fake news” at every turn, it’s refreshing to be reminded to not believe everything you read, see, or hear.
Now it’s time to sit back, relax, and see what Mum falls for this year.