When you have two kids who are crazy practical jokers (stay tuned for "Book 2"), AND they have a father who also likes to pull his own share of pranks, none of what happens in my house should actually surprise me any more.
Take, for instance, when I came out of the shower one evening and found my childhood ventriloquist doll, Mortimer, sitting on my kitchen counter with this in his lap.
..well..
Then I ate the Hershey kisses because ventriloquist poopie or not, chocolate is chocolate.
That shouldn't surprise anyone, either.
