When my Father and Uncle were alive, April Fools Day was a perilous time.
You had to taste the sugar because it could be switched with salt.
You had to look at inside of your shoes because there could be any number of surprises hidden inside. And the laces could be tied in knots that would take many minutes to undo.
You had to make sure that your coffee wasn’t laced with molasses, brewed with as much black pepper as with coffee itself.
You had to look to see if the banisters or stairs were covered with grease, or if the door locks were filled with glue. It was an early morning hoot to find that all the toliet paper in the house was hidden under the couch cushions.
One year Uncle snuck in during the night and snipped all the buttons off of Dad’s work clothes.
Now, there is no one who likes to play pranks. I sure miss those silly guys.