The Boy Who Cried Wolf

I think I have told you many times that Boy Child (age 10) is a drama king.  We regularly call him The Boy That Cried Wolf.  He screams Bloody Murder when he gets a paper cut and also when he knocks his front teeth out (true story, never been blogged), so it's really hard for us parents (and siblings) to respond appropriately (whatever the hell that is) when he comes screaming around us that he's hurt.

We have told him countless times that these antics are working against him, but he continues.  Now, I know when this antic can actually work in his favor. 

Last night before bedtime I was in Girl 1's bottom bunk (which, by the way, makes me a little crazy because it has shown me that I am indeed CLAUSTROPHOBIC) waiting on Boy Child to finish brushing his teeth so that we could all say prayer together.  Girl 2 was quietly reading in her top bunk, Girl 3 was already tucked in in her own room, and Girl 1 and I were quietly talking about our day when all of sudden Boy Child hurled through the door screaming, "OH MY GOSH!  MY FACE!  MY FACE!  ARGHHHHHHHHHH!  IT HURTS SO BAD." Girl 1 and I slowly looked toward him (after glancing at each other a glance that said, "Now, what's he gone and done???") and we saw him dramatically clutching his face with both hands so that we couldn't really see his face. 

As he continued to scream the same thing over and over, Girl 2 said slowly and calmly, "What happened?"  To which Boy Child screamed, "I HIT MY FACE!!!"  He removed his hands and this is what we saw (well, kind of):

At that point I became alarmed and said, "WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?"  To which he dissolved into laughter, hit the floor, and between gasps of reckless giggles said, "FAKE BLOOD, MOM.  FAKE BLOOD!!!!!!!  APRIL FOOLS!!!!!"

Nicely done, Boy Child.  Nice element of surprise, nice macabre touch.  I have decided to start my April Fool's 2013 planning now.