It always gets me how quickly we go from His triumphant entry to his crucifixion. How fickle is man. How selfish. How corrupt. As Catholics and Christians we have the benefit of having hindsight. We know how things end. He rises. He wins. But how many of us would have been steadfast disciples of Christ? How many of us would have remained devout Jews? How many of us would have looked at Him and said, "The man is nuts. Who in their right mind could believe his drivel. They are the rantings of a mad man."
As it was Palm Sunday Arwen and I felt that it would have been inappropriate to catch a April's Fool. So, we didn't do anything to anybody. Infact....
Arwen and I made sure that Galadriel knew that we did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to her bed. Nothing was hiding in her bed. Nothing was going to surprise her during the night and make her scream. I could even swear on a stack, granted, I never stated of what the stack was made, but still Arwen and I left Galadriel's bed alone. Honestly. Really. Truly. We didn't do anything.
And after spending a good 1/2 hour checking, beating, punching, moving her bed and looking under the mattress and under the bed, she finally believed us, and went to bed.