On one of my exmormon dad’s birthdays, we blindfolded him and took him around town, making him look like a fool. We ended up leading him to his favorite barbecue place and told him, “You need to duck right here! There’s a bar above your head!” And then there were also imaginary puddles and holes he had to jump over. My exmormon dad was a good sport and we laughed a ton that evening. Then we rewarded him with delicious food. We had the majority of our extended family there and I think we went mini-golfing afterwards. He loves to golf.