Actually, I was born on January 9 but why should facts get in the way of a little fun?
Today was a special day at school and there were fools all over the place. Take me, for instance. I told the kids first thing that I had just been listening to Doug Ford on the radio. He’s the Premier of Ontario. “He said that starting on May 1, he’s extending the school day. Instead of students going home at 3:30, it’ll be 4:00.” I said this with a very straight face. No sooner were the last words out of my mouth than I was met with a chorus of “April Fool’s!” Kids are just so smart these days.
Around 10:00 am, one of the Grade 6 kids left the room, supposedly on the way to the washroom. A few minutes later, a shorter and younger version of her, dressed exactly the same, came into the class and confidently sat in her sister’s chair. For some of us it took seconds, but others didn’t notice for a minute or so. Well done, girls!
The announcements started just before morning recess. A teacher came on the PA with this message: “It’s Mr. Kerr’s birthday today. If you see him in the halls or on the yard, wish him well.” I was working with two kids at that moment, and my face jerked. Huh? Oh yeah … April 1.
Now, what would be the most fun? Well, play along with it, of course. Thank everyone for their good wishes and revel in my birthday celebration. So that’s what I did.
No sooner was I on the asphalt than a girl rushed up with a birthday card. How did she pull that off in ten minutes? I smiled and said thank you. “How old are you?” > “70” > “Oh.” (unspoken, I believe, was “That’s really old.”) As I walked around, maybe twenty kids came up to say “Happy Birthday!” One girl said she had a present for me and plunked a quarter in my hand. Naturally, staff members or volunteers don’t accept money from kids, but I made an executive decision: I picked up the coin with a flourish, opened the change pocket of my wallet and dropped it in. The young lady was so very happy.
Feel free to congratulate me as well. I’ll gladly receive all the good vibes that come my way. January … April … they’re both marvelous.