I woke up this morning and found a kitchen where the lights weren’t working. I immediately sent Way on the task of fixing them. After resetting the breaker and a few minutes of pondering the problem we realized all of the light bulbs were removed. All nine of them.
The culprit: Brennan.
Me: April Fool’s Day was 11 days ago.
Brennan (after arguing about the date – because that is what teenagers do – argue – about everything): Yeah, but that would of been too expected. So Happy April Fool’s Day.
Of course he was extra grumpy because I woke him up and made him put all the light bulbs back.
Lights fully restored.
Update: I realized during the day that my son left fingerprints (probably from the dust on the lights) all over my ceiling. So this is him cleaning up after his prank.