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Pranksters

Pranking in this house is an expected occurrence. It is as normal as sarcasm around here. In fact, if someone does not try to prank you, there is a problem. Except, do not prank #2 because he cries. Especially if you honk the car horn at him. He is totally down to prank someone else though.

So, yesterday was just a normal, ordinary day around here. School, work, dentist appointment after school.....blah blah blah. The kids have a really fantastic dentist and they love going. It is never a struggle to get them there. After their appointment they always get to pick a toy off the shelf. One of the boys ALWAYS picks a whoopie cushion, and then both boys spend days pranking people with it. Yesterday was no exception. On the way home the boys came up with an idea to prank Mr. Mayer. I think what makes the boys pranks so hilarious is that they are so bad at pulling them off. Their idea to prank Mr. Mayer was just as bad as all their previously ones. 

Here's how it was going to go down:
When it was dinner time they were going to place a whoopie cushion in Mr. Mayer's chair and cover it with a towel so he would not see it. Then he would sit on it and everyone will laugh because Dad farted.

Here's what really happened:
Mr. Mayer gets home and the boys instruct him to stay in his office because they are going to make his chair at the table "even more comfier." Mr. Mayer obliges and the next 10 minutes are spent in fits of giggles as the boys set up his chair with a whoopie cushion covered by a very inconspicuous brightly striped towel. #2 brings Mr. Mayer out of his office and directs him to sit in his chair. #3 is standing by said chair laughing uncontrollably. Mr. Mayer being a good sport sits in the chair. Now....this is the part where the whoopie cushion is supposed to deflate and make farting noises and we all laugh and laugh. Well, that didn't happen. The whoopie cushion burst. Yup. The whoopie cushion had a blow out. Who knew they could do that? I won't lie. I laughed so much I was in tears. #3 was in tears, but not from laughing. Mr. Mayer just sat there in shock because he blew the whoopie cushion out. #2 thought that was the coolest trick ever. #3 is now demanding Mr. Mayer buy him a new whoopie cushion because he didn't get to prank anyone else. It was a good prank :)

I won't lie, I still giggle when I think back to the event.

This is not the actual whoopie cushion. I didn't get a picture of ours in time. This is an almost identical one though that @JoshGroban posted on twitter. 

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