Pranks and childish things you do to your other half/kids

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I deliberately cut DHs sandwiches into very small parts, (think 16 very small squares), as it amuses me watching him eat this. He pretends it's no different but I think it's hilarious.

I hide behind doors, under duvets and down the side of the bed in the dark and will wait, sometimes for ages, until DH thinks I'm asleep, and then when he creeps into the bedroom not to wake me I scare the shite out of him!

Please tell me I'm not the only one...

My dsis once pranked me by putting jelly in my trainers when I was staying with her so I hid an opened can of sardines in her laundry room, took her 7 months to find it and realise what the smell was 😂

Why did my phone autocorrect cat's to farms? Our cat's in on the joking.

I don't go for jumping out, but more the stealth prank.
Dh plays in a band. He also can't stand songs that are a bit airy fairy or ones that have random "ba ba ba.." type choruses.

A couple of weeks ago I found a wonderful song, probably from the 60s, starting with something along the lines
"It doesn't matter what colour you are, even if you're green
It doesn't matter what shape you are, if you are fat or lean..."

It continued with such instructive words before ending with a chorus of:
"Oh yeah! Sock it to 'em. Boobady boop boo..."

So I photocopied it, put it in an envelope and wrote his name on it and attached a piece of writing paper with "Hi! Can you work out a nice tune for this so we can sing it at our gig next week. Thanks."

I then popped it through the letterbox as we were on the way out, and made sure he was first into the house to find it.

There was much growling about dreadful lyrics and how could they expect....
Then I admitted it. I think he was much relieved.

Just this morning I told DH he had a skiddy on his shorts. He took them off to check 😂💩💩

We have a lot of fun in our house with jumping out and shouting at the top of your voice when you least expect it but the best one was when we had a water fight I was losing and ran up stairs and into the bathroom, got the shower head in my hand and put cold water on full blast and waited for OH to come up stairs....needless to say he was drenched as was the bathroom door, wall and most of the carpet but the look on his face was so worth it. His revenge was had a couple of days later with a fish bath toy that when you squeeze it it sucks up water....he fills it with freezing cold water and crept into the kitchen like a ninja and whilst I was making a cup of tea placed said fish under my dressing gown and squeezed it with all his might !!! I screamed the house down and had a massive puddle at my feet, I honestly thought I'd lost control of my bladder, I must have had a look on my face that said he was a dead man walking as he ran away the best he could whilst laughing and crying all at the same time. I'm still plotting my revenge for that one.

Catsinstrangeplaces - that conjures up quite a sight!

Loving these! DH and I are quickly heading towards our 60's but playing practical jokes on each other has actually bonded us and got us through some tough times.

The jumping out on OH and DDs is very popular here. Can't beat a good scare.

We have a magnetic knife rack and OH likes the knives to be in size order. Given the man is not domesticated in any way usually I take great pleasure in rearranging the knives just to hear him moan with empty threats of getting me back each and every time.

When washing up if other half is forced to dry up he likes to whip me with the tea towel which always results in me loading up my rubber gloves with suds and landing them usually on his head or face. That ends up very messy and is very childish but it's all good fun.

Summer time is when we try and launch each other at some point at least once in the pool fully clothed, usually happens when one of us is losing a water fight and has had enough lol

notsomumsymum I never stick my finger in my OH's yawns anymore, we were queuing in DisneyWorld earlier this year, he yawned, I stuck my finger in and he bit my finger!! It did teach me a lesson to be fair...

DH used to stick his finger in my yawning mouth, he also doesn't do it after I started biting him.

I hide and jump out on the DCs all the time.

DH was outside with the DCs and throwing water at them etc (small, containers and general splashing them) they were too young to do it back. I went upstairs, hung out of the bathroom window with a whole jug full and dumped it on his head. I stayed in the house so he couldn't do it back 😅.

My DH keeps standing outside in the dark landing in his Halloween mask and everytime I come out of the bathroom I let out a blood curdling scream! Bastard lol

My DH and I like to blindfold each other for surprises and presents; usually something nice comes at the end of it, but this lends itself to occasional pranking. I once blindfolded him, told him not to peep under any circumstances, put some music on, and I left the house as quietly as I could. Some time later, I rang the doorbell. But he was good, he didn't move from his post, although he did call out for me. More than an hour later, I returned, and he was still obediently there! He was a bit miffed there wasn't a present or a surprise at the end of it, and that he'd been had!

When he blindfolded me for wrapping my presents in front of me (one of our favourite rituals), I once memorised as much as I could about the room first, telling him that he'd done a poor job of covering my eyes, and telling him about lots of things I could see. It didn't take him long to rumble me though, and he made me wait longer than usual!

I've done the trick on my nephew of "hand co-ordination": getting him to move his hands back and forth between mine, without touching them; then challenging him to do it blindfolded, and sneaking away while he couldn't see. He kept going for at least seven minutes!

My DH and I went to a lot of trouble to convince our Harry-Potter mad niece that she could Apparate (disappear and instantly appear somewhere else, for you Muggles out there! ). We stood her in a place where she could see both ends of the garden. At one end, there was a stool for her to stand on, and we told her she would jump off and finish at the other end, pointing out where it would be. I blindfolded her (International Statute of Secrecy), spun her round and led her to what she thought was the start. But I actually led her to just before the finish, where he had quietly moved the stool, got her to stand on it, then told her to jump off (destination, determination, deliberation). As he warned her not to peep or she might get Splinched, I quickly and stealthily returned the stool to its original position, then he turned her to face the start, and took off her blindfold. Her face was a picture, she really believed it! (Daniel Radcliffe, learn, with your wooden acting!) We managed to do a it couple more times (not the same day) before she sussed it.

DH and I do the yawn spoiling and occasionally ambush each other with the cold wet cloth..
Someone foolishly gave DH a little squirty bottle to use to discourage the dogs from jumping up at the car... I think everyone in the village regrets that one.....
Yesterday, I opened his Nan bread and inserted a beer mat....