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Do you remember a favourite funny story in your family? Something your dad or grandpa or other relative told? Perhaps your funny story is something a relative did. Maybe the story told in your family is the one about Uncle Harry with the lampshade on his head at New Year's?
Our family has a story I love. My brother is going to kill me for telling this but I love it, so here goes. My father was known for playing with us kids, the neighbour kids and our cousins (his nieces and nephews). Dad's claim to fame was his ability to jump around like a monkey, making an amazing good monkey face and monkey sounds as he swung his arms loosely while he squatted and leaped around the yard. I used to love having him chase me and of course we kids would all scream and try to get away.
Apparently when he was quite young my brother asked how Dad could mimic a monkey so well and my father told him, with a perfectly straight face, that his dad (my brother's grandfather) was an ape in the Toronto Zoo. Dad told a great tale of how our grandmother McGinnis was at the zoo one day, saw a gorgeous ape, fell iwith this ape, and bingo - that ape became our grandfather. I think there was even mention of the fact that my brother could go visit his grandpa at the zoo if he wanted. Now, no one would believe that, right? Wrong.
My gullible brother went to school and told his teacher and classmates that his grandfather was an ape at the Toronto Zoo. When his teacher gently tried to explain the difference between truth and making up stories, my brother was indignant. He was not lying! And so this little story escalated with a trip to the principal's office since my brother refused to retract his story, insisting it was true. A phone call home cleared the matter up but I doubt my brother has ever forgotten, and hopefully he's never been sucked in so badly again.
I hope he forgives me for telling the story. I enjoyed telling his grown son two years ago. It seems my brother had not shared that story with his family but I made sure they knew it. My nephew didn't believe me so asked his dad and my brother confessed - yes, he thought his grandpa was an ape at the Toronto Zoo.