I remember my mother playing April Fool's jokes on me. When I was thirteen, she told me that I was getting a new baby brother or sister. It was something I was really excited for being an only child. I spent the next several months giving her suggestions for names, never asking who the father was for that didn't matter to me, and planning all the things I was going to teach my new little sister or brother.
I was really disappointed when she told me, three months later, that it was all an April Fool's joke that she couldn't bear to break to me earlier because I was so excited.
Honestly. I still get a little mad at her about it even now.
So no jokes from me. I think this place has quite enough without playing pranks.