What? Do We Live in a Zoo?
“Dad! Dad! There’s a noise! We heard a noise upstairs!”
The twins, bright eyed and animated as ever came running into the kitchen. They clutched my legs, trembling.
“What do you think it was?”
(I knew exactly what it was. I had overloaded the washing machine—again—and as it tried to start it’s spin cycle began to shake pretty strongly.)
“I don’t know,” Zander timidly responded.
“Was it the cat?” I asked. (Let’s see how far I can take this, I thought to myself.)
“No. The cat ran.”
“Was it Zane?”
“Dad! Zane just went to school.”
“Was it Rusty?”
“Rusty is outside.”
“Was it a frog?”
“No.”
“Was it a–a monster??”
“Uhm…” Zander’s eyes grew even more wide. Clearly I had touched a nerve. Maybe pushed a bit too far. (Unusual.)
“Or could it have been the washing machine? I think I put too many clothes in it.”
Zella then interjected, “I’m pretty sure it was a gorilla!”
I love your kids!
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They are kind of fun.
You. are. not. right.
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I have been told this.
Those pesky phantom gorillas.
Perhaps you had loaded a gorilla in the washer?
There’s no telling. You’d be surprised what goes through our wash cycles.
Ha! Only a kid would come up with that! Great imagination… so much more exciting than a boring old washer.
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