How The Trolls Get Trolled By The Trolls Who Get Trolled On

It's been 14 years now. Things are different. No more Thomas the Tank Engine toys. No more smeared cake on the face.

I can't think of a birthday more fitting for Asa than April Fool's Day.

He's a comedian. Practical jokes. Anything for a laugh and to make somebody smile.

It's wonderful how he's turned out. They talk about teenagers. This is fun.

So ... he had this coming.

Troll and get trolled.

When I was in the grocery store tonight to pick out a balloon, I debated between a simple "Happy Birthday" and the trifecta of Disney princesses.

But I know Asa.

He'd do it to me if given the opportunity.

As I walked out, a guy asked me, "So, you've got a big birthday party to plan tonight?"

I nodded my head.

He said, "Your daughter?"

This is where I could have just nodded again .. but I didn't.

In one of those times where you think your own joke is so funny that everybody's going to get it ... I explained.

"No, my son."

"Oh."

"Yeah, it's April Fool's and he likes to joke around, so ..."

"Oh, OK. How old?"

"Um, 14."

"So, if you just knew him, hey, you'd know, this is funny."

"Cool."

"You asked."

"I know."

Yes, the joke ultimately was on me.

But it did get a laugh.

And that's all I'm looking for.

Like father, like son.