
A Cure for Practical Jokes
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Wonderful, Wacky Family
By Brenda Beattie
I love practical jokes, but I don’t like being scared.
~Mitt Romney
When my son was eight years old, he loved to play practical jokes on me. Every time I walked into a room that had a door to it, a shower of stuffed animals fell on my head. He put fake flies in the ice-cube trays, ants in the pleats of my lampshades, and whoopee cushions everywhere. You never knew when or where he would strike. I admired his ingenuity, but I have to confess there were days when it got old.
One weekend, we decided to go to Moonshine Beach for the day. Beaches in southern Missouri aren’t like beaches in Florida. There isn’t any sand; it’s crushed rock. When you go into the water to swim, you must wear shoes or you’ll cut the bottoms of your feet.
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