My Dad and I used to tell my little brother that our Dad sprouted wings at night. And since I was only a teenager, mine weren't fully developed. And also, that he, himself, would one day sprout wings.
Our house at the time was weird. We had a second floor that my grandfather had built by himself. On on one side, there was the roof of the first floor. On the other side there was about 3 inches of roof that the gutter was attached to.
My brother believed us about the wings, but my Dad wanted to make sure. He couldn't stand on the side with the big portion of roof because then my little bro would figure it out. (He was gullible, not stupid). So in his infinite genius, my father climbed around the side and all along the back of the house on the 3 inch portion, all the way to his bedroom window, where my bro was hanging out with my stepmom.
he knocked, my little brother saw, flipped out, believed us even more. It was great. To this day my little brother swears he was just humoring us.
Sidenote: about 30 seconds after impressing my brother, my father fell 15-20 feet onto a stack of white plastic patio chairs.
A childhood belief about family
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