It’s Spring Break here in Shakopee which means it’s Tibblesitting time for me. Our days start ridiculously early now that Sister #3 has a fancy (yet still depressing) job in downtown Minneapolis. So yeah, 6:45 a.m. and we’ve got Tibbles all up in this joint.

Yawn.

And today was April Fool’s Day, a concept they don’t quite grasp. This is how our day went.
“Your face looks like a dirty butt,” one of them would say.
“Hey,” I would interject.
“APRIL FOOLS,” the offender would shout.
“That’s not how April Fool’s works,” I’d say.
“Oh, I mean opposite day.”

Lather, rinse, repeat.