Over fifteen years ago - I don't remember exactly how many years - I called my Dad at work and told him that we needed to talk. He noted the serious tone in my voice, and he quickly became the same.
"Daddy, I'm pregnant," I slowly spoke into the phone. There was silence, but not for long . . .
"Okaaayyy. Who is the father?" he carefully asked.
"I'm not sure. I mean, I have a couple of ideas," I regretfully informed him.
"All right. Well . . . what do you want to do?" my Dad continued.
"I don't know, Dad. I just don't know!" my voice cracked.
"Okay . . . well . . . uhhmmm . . ." he stammered.
I then began to laugh my ass off. "April Fool's Day!" I yelled into the phone while carefully dancing around the small living area of my tiny apartment. I had tears in my eyes because I was laughing so hard. Luckily I was young and not about to pee in my pants, but I could barely breathe. I was so proud of myself. I had fooled my dear ol' Dad!
What was *I* thinking?! Karma is a bitch, huh? Oh, the irony.