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“Noah, sit down at the counter, I’ll get us a bowl of Nana’s super yummy rice pudding.” All the way over I had told him how insanely amazing my mom’s rice pudding was.
I grabbed two bowls. I walked over to the stove. I opened the lid. And…
The danged pot had been scraped clean. There was maybe a ½ a cup left that could be scraped off the sides if I was a real go-getter. But who wants that?
“Are you freaking kidding me?!” I demanded to no one in particular. My sister in law said she didn’t know it was all gone.
I stomped down the hall to my mom’s room. “Mom, are you serious? The rice pudding is all gone?” I’m pretty sure my eyes were bulging from their sockets.
“What are you talking about?”
“There’s no rice pudding left. We just drove all the way here just to have some rice pudding!”
She just shrugged. “I’m sorry. I made a ton. Is it really all gone?”
“It’s fine,” I very passive-aggressively said. “Noah and I will go find something else to eat.”
I stomped into the kitchen and very loudly continued my passive aggressive raging. “Noah, what do you want to eat? They didn’t leave any rice pudding for us.”
Noah wasn’t happy at that. I was really unhappy at that. And then my brother walked in.
“What’s the matter?” he said.
He claimed innocence as the rest had. He had no idea how it all disappeared so quickly and who ate it all.
I feel it important to remind you here that one hour earlier I had told my mom we were coming over just to eat rice pudding. And twenty-five minutes before I had told my brother in very demanding and certain words, “we’re driving there just to eat some rice pudding!”
Yet there we were, staring into an empty pot.
And I think my family could sense that I was about to rip every person in that house to shreds and then burn the place down. That’s how bad my morning had been.
“Dude, we were just kidding,” my brother said rather quietly. “We just thought it would be funny to make you think it was gone.”
And emotionally, that was it. That was the final straw. And I stomped from the room and said, “I’m going to effing kill you all.” And I wasn’t being funny. I was on my way to find a murder weapon.
And then I sulked on the couch for ten minutes.
And then we ate some rice pudding.
Which was amazing.
And it reset my morning just as it was supposed to.
And we’ve all been laughing about it, and the timing, non-stop ever since.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. Does your family like to prank each other? Ever had rotten timing with your pranks?