Devilish Pranks #4: One of my son's best friends (Mike) who, growing up next door to us, stopped by during our family reunion. After my family had all gone home his friend stayed to visit. We were reminiscing about how I used to give haircuts to my son, Mike, and 4 other of their friends. There were two of them - twins - who used to get the butt of some of my pranks. One afternoon as I was giving haircuts, it was one of the twins' turn. As I began cutting the hair on the back of his head, I ran my thumb down his head twice, then across his head twice, and finally made an "X" with my thumb. Of course the clippers were in my hand and running. I looked at one of the boys and said, "I took "X." Here's the clippers so you can make the "O." The one receiving the haircut asked, "What are you doing?" I said, "We're playing tic-tac-toe!" The other boys all played along making all sorts of sounds, pointing and laughing. He nearly jumped out of the chair!
Devilish Prank #5: One night my son's friend, Mike, was at the house. Mike always had a knack for showing at dinnertime. My wife was working so I was making spaghetti. Of course Mike invited himself for dinner. Without even thinking, I cooked the whole pound of spaghetti! My son and I each had one plate of it. I told Mike, "No leftovers, Mike. Ma said she wanted the refrigerator pretty empty because she needs the room for the groceries she's picking up after she gets out of work. Mike sat there eating one plateful after another until it was all gone. When he was finished, he sat in his chair looking a little sick. I asked him what was wrong (holding back my smile and laughter ). He said his stomach was killing him, but there were no leftovers. My son asked him if he wanted to go out and play some basketball with some of the other guys. Poor Mike said no and that he just wanted to go home and lie down. When my wife got home I told her what I did - between laughing bouts and holding my gut. The next day Mike came over again and I asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner, and that we were having spaghetti again. Mike cried, "No thanks!" and he turned and left! To this day, every once in a while I'll say to him, "Mike, no leftovers" and laugh. Poor Mike would just roll his eyes and say how sick he got that night. I don't think he's ever eaten spaghetti since!
Yesterday afternoon I gave my 3-year old granddaughter a Popsicle and told her not to take any big bites of it or she'd get brain freeze and it will really hurt her head. She took it outside and sat on the deck with her grandmother. A short while later she came back in and reported to me that she got brain freeze because she took a big bite. I asked her if it hurt bad and she said yes. I asked her if it took a long time before it went away. She said, "No... I swallowed the brain freeze and it stopped hurting."